The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Come Back Again



CHILD-THOUGHTS, child-thoughts, come back again!
     Faint, fitful, as you used to be;
The dusty chambers of my brain
     Have need of your fair company,
As when my child-head reached the height

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     Of the wild rose-bush at the door,
And all of heaven and its delight
     Bloomed in the flow’rs the old bush bore.

Come back, sweet long-departed year,
     When, sitting in a hollow oak,

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I heard the sheep bells far and clear,
     I heard a voice that silent spoke,
And felt in both a vague appeal,
     And both were mingled in my dreams
With leaves that viewless breezes feel,

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     And skies clear mirrored in the streams.

Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again!
     Bring back the tall grass at my cheek,
The grief more swift than summer rain,
     The joy that knew no words to speak. [Page 69]

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The buttercup’s uplifted gold
     That strives to reach my hands in vain,
The love that never could grow cold—
     Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again! [Page 70]