The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

IN EARLIEST SPRING.



WHEN roofs are steaming in the sun
    And down and down the big drift sinks,
    And at his door the woodchuck blinks,
And streams that in the noontide run
Are prisoners when day is done,

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             I know,
             Whatever winds may blow,
The springtime, the springtime has begun.

When easier opes the arbor door,
    And paler grow the lilac tips,

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    And yellower glow the willow whips,
And lambs that roam the meadow o’er
Seem daily snowier than before,
             I know,
             Whatever winds may blow,

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The winter, the winter is no more. [Page 19]