The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

The Wind World



ALONE within the wind I lie,
     And reck not how the seasons go;
     The winter struggling through its snow,
The light-winged summer flitting by.

I am not of the cloud nor mold,

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     I move between the stars and flowers,
     I know the tingling touch of hours
When all the storms of night unfold.

Within the wind world drifting free
     I hear naught of earth’s murmurings,

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     Naught but the sound of songs and wings
Among the tree-tops comes to me.

At night earth stars flash out below,
     And heaven stars shine out above;
     I look down on the lights of love,

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And feel the higher love-lights glow. [Page 67]