The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

UNHEARD CRITICISM.



I TALKED with you to-day, all three,
     Two of you lurked unseen:
Yourself, the boy you used to be,
     And the man you might have been.

You said that hopes to dead buds turned,

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     That love was but a dream,
Ambition soon to ashes burned,
     Joy was a fleeting gleam.

You never saw that constantly
     They smiled at you unseen—

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The ardent boy you used to be,
      The man you might have been. [Page 111]