The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE WILD COLUMBINE.



OUT from the edge of a barren rock
     Lightly sprang the columbine,
          Wild and red as the word unsaid,
          As the wish that sped
     From the heart of your heart to the heart of mine.

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Say not the word, let it die unheard,
Let the wish unspurred
Waste away under key and lock.
          Still we have seen them, felt them ours;
     From the rocks we tread with accustomed feet

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          Sprang those delicate, blood-bright flowers,
     Wild, and ah, so wistfully sweet. [Page 26]