The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets

by Ethelwyn Wetherald



ALONE within the wind I lie,
     And reck not how the seasons go:
     The winter struggling through its snow,
The light-winged summer flitting by.

I am not of the cloud nor mould,


     I move between the stars and flowers,
     I know the tingling touch of hours
When all the storms of night unfold.

Within the wind world drifting free
     I hear naught of earth’s murmurings;


     Naught but the sound of songs and wings
Among the tree-tops comes to me.

At night earth stars flash out below,
     And heaven stars shine out above;
     I look down on the lights of love,


And feel the higher love-lights glow. [Page 153]