The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



DEFIANCE! How that name arouses me!
     Her redwood trees, like guardian angels great
    And giant-hearted, weave about her gate
The splendor of their leafy canopy.
In their encircling arms upstandeth she,


     And breathes defiance to the harshest fate,
     To evil-speaking winds, to stormy hate,
To all the waves of her uncertain sea.

But most she feels defiance to the tide
     Of mellow sunshine with its days of calm,


          And fainting breezes bidding effort cease.
O shining angels walking at my side,
     Keep me defiant of life’s languorous balm,
          Corroding ease and soul-consuming peace! [Page 174]