The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

WHEN IT’S TIME FOR LEAVES TO FLY.



WHEN it’s time for leaves to fly,
    Winds shall blow and leaves shall go;
When it’s time for Love to die,
    Close his eyes and lay him low.

When it’s time for frost to sting,

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    Birds are dumb and streams are numb;
Speak not of another spring—
    Nevermore OUR spring shall come.

Nevermore our lives shall be
    What they seemed when first we dreamed,

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Since the leaves of memory
    Drop where passion’s river gleamed. [Page 31]