The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


Not at Home

THE Weariness if Idleness,
     She waited all the day
In the parlor of her neighbor,
The Weariness of Labor—
     A visit she had long meant to pay.


But not until the evening
     Did her hostess come in sight;
Then the Weariness of Labor
Explained unto her neighbor
     That she lived but a brief hour at night. [Page 75]