The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

AT THE WINDOW.



HOW thick about the window of my life
     Buzz, insect-like, the tribe of petty frets;
Small cares, small thoughts, small trials and small strife,
     Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.

If ’mid this swarm of smallnesses remain

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     A single undimmed spot, with wondering eye
I note before my freckled window-pane
     The outstretched splendor of the earth and sky. [Page 119]