The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Woodland Worship



HERE ’mid these leafy walls
     Are sylvan halls,
And all the Sabbaths of the year
     Are gathered here.

Upon their raptured mood

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     My steps intrude,
Then wait—as some freed soul might wait
     At heaven’s gate.

Nowhere on earth—nowhere
     On sea or air,

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Do I as easily escape
     This earthly shape,

As here upon the white
     And dizzy height
Of utmost worship, where it seems

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     Too still for dreams. [Page 21]