The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

SEPARATION.



HE went upon a journey,
     And she was left at home;
And yet ’twas he who stayed behind,
     And she that far did roam.

For though he went by mountain

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     And wood and stream and sea,
A little cot enwrapt in green
     He saw perpetually.

And she within the green leaves,
     Not knowing that he stood

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Forever by her, dreamed her way
     With him by mount and wood.

Now heaven help these lovers,
     And bring her safely home,
Or lead him back along the track

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     Where she, e’en now, doth roam. [Page 106]