The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

COME BACK AGAIN.



CHILD-THOUGHTS, child-thoughts, come back again,
     Faint, fitful, as you used to be!
The dusty chambers of my brain
     Have need of your fair company,
As when my child-head reached the height

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     Of the wild rose bush at the door,
And all of heaven and its delight
     Bloomed in the flowers the old bush bore.

Come back, sweet long-departed year,
     When, sitting in a hollow oak,

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I heard the sheep-bells far and clear,
     I heard a voice that silent spoke,
And felt in both a vague appeal,
     And both were mingled in my dreams
With leaves that viewless breezes feel

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     And skies clear mirrored in the streams. [Page 118]

Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again!
     Bring back the tall grass at my cheek,
The grief more swift than summer rain,
     The joy that knew no words to speak;

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The buttercup’s uplifted gold
     That strives to reach my hands in vain;
The love that never could grow cold—
     Child-heart, child-thoughts, come back again! [Page 119]