The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



ONCE  it was, in my life’s beginning,
     Roses were tall in their summer beds,
Dandelions within my fingers
     Thrust their confident golden heads;
Wading waist-deep amid the daisies,


     Feeling the grasses about me climb;
Thus it was in my life’s beginning,—
     What have you done to me, Father Time?

So shall it be when life has ended:
     Roses shall bloom above my bed,


Dandelions will know I am lying
     Hidden in grass from foot to head.
Hidden in grass and hidden in daisies,
     Over my breast I shall feel them climb;
Thus it will be when life has ended,—


     This will you do to me, Father Time. [Page 117]