The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


The Weeks that Walk in Green

THE weeks that walk in green
     Came to my window lane,
And wrapt me in their leafy screen
     Against the sun and rain.

Then far and far we went


     By stream and wood and steep,
Until, all love-worn and joy-spent,
     I yielded me to sleep.

And they—they died unseen;
     Their ghosts are haunting me—


The gentle ghosts that walk in green
     Through vales of memory. [Page 65]