The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



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,


          That enchanted,
That enchanted little pathway must depart.

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


     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]