The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

The Shy Sun



THE sun went with me to the wood,
     And lingered at the door;
One glance he gave from where he stood,
     But dared not venture more,

Nor knew that in the heart of her

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     Who felt his presence nigh,
His love was all the lovelier
     Because his look was shy. [Page 48]