The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

The House of the Trees



OPE your doors and take me in,
    Spirit of the wood;
Wash me clean of dust and din,
    Clothe me in your mood.

Take me from the noisy light
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    To the sunless peace,
Where at midday standeth Night,
    Signing Toil’s release.

All your dusky twilight stores
    To my senses give;

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Take me in and lock the doors,
    Show me how to live.

Lift your leafy roof for me,
    Part your yielding walls,
Let me wander lingeringly
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    Through your scented halls.

Ope your doors and take me in,
    Spirit of the wood;
Take me—make me next of kin
    To your leafy brood. [Page 3]
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