Classic Poem

As drowsily she lay in bed
And watched the sunlight dance and quiver
On the slant ceiling overhead,
And hearkened to the singing river,
She wondered who last watched the light
From off the singing water glancing,
On the low ceiling's curded white
In golden rings and eddies dancing.

And, even as she wondered, heard
A voice between a sigh and shiver,
Though nothing in the chamber stirred —
Where comes no sound of singing river
I lie, who lay where you lie now,
Daughter, and watched that golden glancing —
Cold darkness heavy on my brow,
And done the dazzle and the dancing.