The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

AMONG THE LEAVES.



THE near sky, the under sky,
    The low sky that I love!
I lie where fallen leaves lie,
    With a leafy sky above,
And draw the colored leaves nigh,
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And push the withered leaves by,
And feel the woodland heart upon me,
    Brooding like a dove.

The bright sky, the moving sky,
    The sky that autumn weaves.

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I see where scarlet leaves fly
    The sky the wind bereaves.
I see the ling’ring leaves die,
I hear the dying leaves sigh,
And breathe the woodland breath made sweet

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    Of all her scented leaves. [Page 78]