The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A RAINY MORNING.



THE low sky and the warm wet wind,
    And the tender light on the eyes;
A day like a soul that has never sinned,
    New dropped from Paradise.

And ’tis oh, for a long walk in the rain,

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    By the side of the warm wet breeze,
With the thoughts washed clean of dust and stain
    As the leaves on the shining trees. [Page 73]