The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

The Visitors



IN the room where I was sleeping
    The sun came to the floor;
Its silent thought went leaping
    To where in woods of yore
    It felt the sun before.
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At noon the rain was slanting
    In gray lines from the west;
A hurried child all panting
    It pattered to my nest,
    And smiled when sun-caressed.
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At eve the wind was flying
    Bird-like from bed to chair,
Of brown leaves sere and dying
    It brought enough to spare,
    And dropped them here and there.
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At night-time without warning,
    I felt almost to pain
The soul of the sun in the morning,
    And the soul of the wind and rain
    In my sleeping-room remain. [Page 19]
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