The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

UNSPOKEN.



MY lover comes down the leafy street
     Through tenderly falling rain;
His footsteps near our portal veer,
     Go past—then turn again.

Oh, can it be he is knocking below,

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     Or here at my door above!
So gentle and small it sounds in the hall,
     So loud in the ear of love.

But never a word of love has he said,
     And never a word crave I,

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For why should one long for the daylight strong
     When the dawn is in the sky?

Oh, a dewy rose garden is the house,
     A garden shut from the sun;
The breath of it sweet floats up as my feet

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     Float down to my waiting one. [Page 135]

But if ever a word of love thinks he,
     It falls from his heart still-born;
Who bends to the rose does not haste to close
    His hand around bud and thorn.

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The beautiful soul that is in him turns
     His beautiful face agleam;
My own soul flies to feast in his eyes,
     Where the silent love-words teem.

Our talk is of books and of thoughts and moods,
     Of the wild flowers in the rain,

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And he leans his cheek when we do not speak
     On his chair where my hand had lain.

Yet never a word of love does he say,
     And never a word crave I;
For the faint green May would wither away

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     At the quick touch of July.

And at last—at last, we look our last,
     And the dim day grows more dim;
But his eyes still shine in these eyes of mine,
     And my soul goes forth with him.

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For though not a word of love does he say,
     Still never a word crave I;
For the words of earth are little worth
     When a song drops out of the sky. [Page 136]