The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


Make Room

ROOM for the children out of doors,
     For heads of gold or gloom;
For raspberry lips and rose-leaf cheeks and palms,
     Make room—make room!

Room for the springtime out of doors,


     For buds in green or bloom;
For every brown bare-handed country weed
     Make room—make room!

Room for earth’s sweetest out of doors,
     And for its worst tomb;


For housed-up griefs and fears, and scorns, and sighs,
     No room—no room! [Page 24]