The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

TELEPATHY.



O SOUNDING winds that tirelessly are blowing
     Through the wide starlit spaces of the night;
     O eager rains that sweep the distant height,
And restless streams impetuously flowing,
And clouds that will delay not in your going,

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     And ships that sail and vanish from the sight,
     And happy birds that stay not in your flight,
And suns upon your skyey pathway glowing:—

Poor laggards all!  One tender thought outstrips you.
     Go, little thought, and tell my love from me

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          I care for him to-day as yesterday.
Ah, how its strength and swiftness doth eclipse you!
     For now the answer comes invisibly,
          And instantly, and in the surest way. [Page 184]