The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

FALL AND SPRING.



FROM  the time the wind wakes
To the time of snowflakes,
That’s the time the heart aches
    Every cloudy day;
That’s the time the heart takes

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Thought of all its heart-breaks,
That’s the time the heart makes
    Life a cloudy way.

From the time the grass creeps
To the time the wind sleeps,

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That’s the time the heart leaps
    To the golden ray;
That’s the time that joy sweeps
Through the depths of heart-deeps,
That’s the time the heart keeps

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    Happy holiday. [Page 85]