The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

At Dawn



          A SPIRIT through
My window came when earth was soft with dew,
Close at the tender edge of dawn when all
          The spring was new,

          And bore me back

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Along her rose-and-starry tinted track,
And showed me how the full-winged day emerged
          From out the black.

          She knew the speech
Of all the deep-pink blossoms of the peach,

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Told in my ear the meanings of the trees,
          The thoughts of each;

          Explained to me
The language of the bird and frog and bee,
The messages the streams and rivers take

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          Unto the sea. [Page 39]

          Alas! Alas!
I have forgot. The dream did from me pass.
I know not e’en the meaning dear and sweet
          Of common grass.

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          And now when I
Roam this strange earth beneath a stranger sky,
Soft syllables of that forgotten speech
          Faint as a sign,

          Come back again,

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With sweet solicitings that urge like pain,
And brood like love—as full of light and dark
     As April rain. [Page 40]