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,

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     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;

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