The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

In the Grass



FACE downward on the grass in reverie,
          I found how cool and sweet
Are the green glooms that often thoughtlessly
          I tread beneath my feet.

In this strange mimic wood where grasses lean—

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          Elf trees untouched of bark—
I heard the hum of insects, saw the sheen
          Of sunlight framing dark,

And felt with thoughts I cannot understand,
          And know not how to speak,

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A daisy reaching up its little hand
          To lay it on my cheek. [Page 56]