The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



GOOD-BYE my love! Though multitudes of years
     And miles and faces come between us twain,
     Though I should never hear your voice again,
Still you are mine, still mine!  Not by my tears—
You never made them flow—nor by my fears,


     For I was fearless born; but by the rain
     Of joys that turned to seas of sunny grain
This heart that showed aforetime slender spears.

Now on my clouded day of life shall come
     No loss. The streams of gold that poured from suns


          Unseen have turned to gold this harvest heart;
I am all sunlight-colored, and the sum
     Of by-gone happiness that through me runs
          Will make you mine forever, though apart. [Page 183]