The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



ROSE-LEAF damsel, tell me this—
     You with your seventeen years—
How much honey is in a kiss,
     And how much salt in tears?

“Nay,” she said, “such words, I wis,


     Are not for my maiden ears.
How should I know the sweet of a kiss
     Or the bitterness of tears?

White-haired woman, whose grief and bliss
     Overrun seventy years,


Tell me true, does the sweet of a kiss
     Outweigh the bitter of tears?

“Yea,” she said, “but the bitterness
     Enmixed with the sweet appears:
My life’s most tender and treasured kiss


     Is kept in the brine of tears.” [Page 122]