The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

AN OLD INFLUENCE.



A CHILD, I saw familiar things
     In sweet imagined guise;
For me the clouds were angels’ wings
     The stars were angels’ eyes.

Not so to-day: the grassless ways

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     Of older years invite
No wings to whiten common days,
     No eyes to hallow night.

Yet when with grief my heart is loud,
     Or harsh thoughts leave their scar,

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I feel reproach from every cloud,
     Reproof from every star. [Page 103]