The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



WHEN lamps are out and voices fled,
    And moonlight floods the earth like rain,
    I steal outside and cross the land
And stand beside the sunflower bed;
Each blind, unopened face is turned


To where the western glories burned,
    As though the sun might come again,
With some last word he left unsaid.

When Dawn with slender, shining hand
    Inscribes a message on the wall,


    I follow at the silent call
To where my tall sun-lovers stand.
Their wistful heads are lifted high
Toward the flaming eastern sky,
    As though some voice had turned them all,


Some secret voice of strong command. [Page 72]

Ah, should I from the windowed height
    Keep vigil in the room above,
    And see them lightly, surely move
Through the chill stretches of the night,


Would not the heart within me burn,
As loyally I watched them turn,
    With sweet undoubting faith and love,
From vanished light to dawning light? [Page 73]