The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


The Student

THE student sits within his room,
     So small and worn and white;
His lamp flames out remote and strange
     Through all the hours of night.

And all day long within his face,


     So small and worn and white,
His eyes flame out—those lamp-like eyes,
     So weirdly, strangely bright. [Page 79]