The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

BOATING BY STARLIGHT.



THE breeze has washed me clean of cares,
     The night has broken Labor’s bars;
My soul and I through heavenly airs
     Are voyaging among the stars.

Soft shadows wrap the shore, the lake,

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     The pier, the bridge, the gazing eyes.
In splendid loneliness we take
     This jewelled journey through the skies. [Page 98]