The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

ALONE IN THE WOOD.



OUT-GAZING from her cabin door
    On lift of pine and leap of stream,
She felt her spirit shine and soar
    With arching bough and foamy gleam.

The slender sunbeam driven through

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    The tangled brake or mossy mould
Pierced all her wandering fancies, too,
    And held them with a nail of gold.

Her spirit greatened with the bud,
    And brightened with the leaves that fell,

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And life with her was at the flood
    When melting snow o’erwhelmed the dell.

The naked, newborn birds, that slept
    Secure and warm when storms were loud,
Gave her their perfect trust. She kept

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    Her bird-like faith beneath the cloud. [Page 25]