She lay, asleep. Her trouble-furrowed brow At last was calm. No trace of woe was there; From restlessness shed freed herself, somehow. A A jfl The intonation made by shunted cars Iv At elevated switches, shook the walls. The ribald songs of men at rowdy bars Were echoed and re-echoed through the halls. The noisy clang of the police patrol, The hoarse horn hoots of spectral harbor boats, Did not disturb the peace that held her soul. Deaf-eared was she to all discordant notes. The shrill voice of the midnight paper boy, The church clock, striking twelve, in vibrant dome, Met failure if their wish was to annoy The strength-spent sleeper in her humble home. Quite undisturbed she slumbered on and on; The night grew old, the noises did not die; A mid the clangor of approaching dawn An infant breathed a faint, but troubled sigh. Whereat the woman rose and softly crept A cross the room.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.

Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org