The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

When Days Are Long



WHEN twilight late delayeth,
     And morning wakes in song,
And fields are full of daisies,
    I know the days are long;
When Toil is stretched at nooning,

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     Where leafy pleasures throng,
When nights o’errun in music,
     I know the days are long.

When suns afoot are marching,
     And rains are quick and strong,

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And streams speak in a whisper,
     I know the days are long.
When hills are clad in velvet,
     And winds can do no wrong,
And woods are deep and dusky,

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     I know the days are long. [Page 22]