The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

HER PLEA.



TREAD lightly, lightly, eager feet,
    For every footfall when we part,
And every footfall when we meet,
    Awakes my heart—awakes my heart.

Speak shyly, shyly, pleading eyes,

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    The yearning message you impart,
For all your questions and replies
    Are in my heart—are in my heart.

Steal softly, softly, sweetest tone,
    The tender springs from which you start

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To flow into mine ear alone
    O’errun my heart—o’errun my heart.

Love gently, gently, Love of mine,
    Through all the years where’er thou art,
For every quick’ning thought of thine

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    Doth stir my heart—doth stir my heart. [Page 27]