The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Twilight



I SAW her walking in the rain,
    And sweetly drew she nigh;
And then she crossed the hills again
    To bid the day good-by.
“Good-by! good-by!
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    The world is dim as sorrow;
But close beside the morning sky
    I’ll say a glad Good-morrow!”

O dweller in the darling wood,
    When near to death I lie,
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Come from your leafy solitude,
    And bid my soul good-by.
Good-by! Good-by!
    The world is dim as sorrow;
But close beside the morning sky
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    O say a glad Good-morrow! [Page 12]