The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

TWILIGHT.



I SAW her walking in the rain,
     And sweetly drew she nigh;
And then she crossed the hills again
     To bid the day good-bye:
“Good-bye!  Good-bye!

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     The world is dim as sorrow;
But close beside the morning sky
     I’ll say a glad Good-morrow.”

O dweller in the darling wood,
     When near to death I lie,

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Come from your leafy solitude
     And bid my soul good-bye.
Good-bye!  Good-bye!
     The world is dim as sorrow;
But close beside the morning sky

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     O say a glad Good-morrow. [Page 91]