Classic Poem

"Sir Harold saved!" Like drops of heavenly balm,
With healing quickening power,
The tidings thrilled
Her soul with joy intense as in that hour,
The rush of new-found life her pulses filled.
Her anxious fears allayed, she felt a holy calm.

Two lives in one, although they dwelt apart.
A sympathetic glow,
Each seemed to feel,
To pass from soul to soul; a constant flow
Of thought and feeling made their wounds to heal;
As though betwixt the two there beat one common heart.

Who nightly scared the darkness-loving owl
And made the hills resound
With watch-dogs' bark?
But he who faithful unto death was found;
Who'd buried been in Ragnor's dungeons dark,
While round him Death's grim shades pursued their midnight prowl.