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


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,


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


          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.


          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,


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