The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



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


     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


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


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