The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

DEAD LEAVES.



DEAD leaves in the bird’s nest,
     And after that the snow;
That was where the bird’s breast
     Tenderly did go,
Where the tiny birds pressed

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     Lovingly—and lo!
Dead leaves in the bird’s nest
     Under falling snow.

Dead leaves in the heart’s nest,
     And after that the snow;

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That was where the heart’s guest
     Brooded months ago,
Where tender thoughts pressed
     Lovingly—and lo!
Dead leaves in the heart’s nest

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     Under falling snow. [Page 157]