The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



     A SPIRIT through
My window came when earth was soft with dew,
Close at the tender edge of dawn, when all
     The spring was new,

     And bore me back


Along her rose-and-starry tinted track,
And showed me how the full-winged day emerged
     From out the black.

     She knew the speech
Of all the deep-pink blossoms of the peach,


Told in my ear the meanings of the trees,
     The thoughts of each.

     Explained to me
The language of the bird and frog and bee,
The messages the streams and rivers take


     Unto the sea. [Page 120]

     And now when I
Roam this strange earth beneath a stranger sky,
Soft syllables of that forgotten speech,
     Faint as a sigh,


     Come back again,
With sweet solicitings that urge like pain
And brood like love—as full of light and dark
     As April rain. [Page 121]