The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



A GENEROUS gentleness that flowed,
Stream-like, beside a dusty road;
Gave laborers shade, and prisoners sun,
And easeful joy to every one;
With liquid melodies for such


As worked or wearied overmuch,
And ministrations cool and sweet
For fevered hands and aching feet.

So delicately fair she moved—
That stream-like girl, of all beloved.


Along her path no grief nor care
But lulled and lightened unaware.
She bore the sky within her breast,
And child-like winds her soul caressed,
Until her spring of life was dried,


And with a smile Philippa died. [Page 78]