The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



UNTO the diamond with a flaw
     The perfect pebble spake:
“Alas, poor sister, some great law
     Of heaven you did break,

“Since Imperfection’s curse I see


     Whene’er your form I view;
But cheer up! Some day you may be
     A perfect pebble, too.” [Page 93]