The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

ENCHANTMENT.



DEAREST, give your soul to me;
     Let it in your glances shine;
Let a path of ecstasy
     Stretch between your eyes and mine.
Should you press me to your heart,

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          That enchanted,
That enchanted little pathway must depart.

Dearest, give your thoughts to me;
     Let them through the distance drear
Make unceasing melody

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     To my raptured inner ear.
Should you clasp me—ah, the cost!
          All that elfin,
All that elfin music were in clamor lost. [Page 28]