The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



BOLD as thou art
     There cometh one more bold
To turn thy strenuous heart
     All masterless and cold.

Unmoved, strong-stayed


     Art thou?  Yet cometh one
Whose whisper will persuade
     Thee with him to be gone.

King of the fray?
     Lord of the time and race?


And yet shall come the ray
     To light thy vacant place. [Page 112]