The Window by Henry van Dyke — Read

All night long, by a distant bell / The passing hours were notched / On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell; / And the spark of life I watched / In her face was glowing, or fading -- who could tell? --

And the open window of the room, / With a flare of yellow light, / Was peering out into the gloom, / Like an eye that searched the night.