The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE CLIMBING TREES.



WHERE the great trees went climbing mountain high,
     To crown the tops of monster bluffs and throw
     Wild beauty on the evening’s afterglow,
And, as it were, fence in the burning sky,
I looked up at their tops and questioned why

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     Their splendid vastness did not bring more low
     My petty pride, and teach my soul to know
How insect-like in heart and life was I.

Then of a sudden I remembered how
     I, too, have marched, tree-like, up skyey heights

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        Of your great thoughts, beloved, and have felt
        My spirit with their greatness blend and melt.
     So have I been made fit for starry flights,
Love-lifted to the utmost then as now. [Page 166]