The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

ONE DAY OF ECSTASY.



ONE day of ecstasy my soul has known:
All through the black night I had striven alone
With Pain’s unsated beak at flesh and bone.

Then just at dawn, like to a healing rain,
Soft slumber fell on writhing nerve and brain;

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I woke to find my enemy was slain.

Body and soul sheer bliss! The hours a fleece
Of young lambs nestling at the feet of Peace.
How will it be when all life’s pain shall cease? [Page 14]