The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


To the October Wind

OLD playmate, showering the way
     With thick leaf storms in red and gold,
I’m only six years old to-day,
     You’ve made me feel but six years old.
In yellow gown and scarlet hood


     I whirled, a leaf among the rest,
Or lay within the thinning wood,
    And played that you were Red-of-breast.

Old comrade, lift me up again;
     Your arms are strong, your feet are swift,


And bear me lightly down the lane
     Through all the leaves that drift and drift,
And out into the twilight wood,
    And lay me softly down to rest,
And cover me just as you would


     If you were really Red-of-breast. [Page 32]