The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


At the Window

HOW thick about the window of my life
     Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:
Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife,
     Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.

If ’mid this swarm of smallness remain


     A single undimmed spot, with wondering eye
I note before my freckled window-pane
     The outstretched splendor of the earth and sky. [Page 68]