The House of the Trees
& Other Poems

by Ethelwyn Wetherald


When Twilight Comes

ALL out of doors for all life’s way,
    The fields and the woods and the good sunlight;
And then in the chill of the evening gray,
    A sheltered nook and the hearth-fire bright.

No hearth, no shelter attend my way!
    Not late, dear life, linger not too late;
But before the chill and before the gray,
    Let the sunset gild the grave-stone date. [Page 17]