The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A WISH.



AH, when our eyes look backward
    On visions deeply sweet,
And consciously life’s remnant
    Is narrowing to our feet,

May every joy that perished

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    Be mirrored in our gaze,
And in our speech the beauty
    Of all our vanished days! [Page 15]