The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

STARS AND FLOWERS.



THE stars enchant the upper skies,
     The flowers chain the feet;
They look unto each other’s eyes,
     And flame and fragrance meet.

So will it be when Death unbars

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     These slender doors of ours,
And turns our spirits into stars,
     Our bodies into flowers. [Page 102]