Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE LONG DAYS OF THE YEAR



            The long days of the year,
            How sweet they are to the ear!
The happy birds begin them before I awake from sleep,
And tenderly they are ended by the voices of the sheep,
Coming home in the twilight. Oh, happy child that I am,
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Roused by a bird in the morning and lulled at night by a lamb.

            The long days of the year,
            How fair to the eye and dear!
The grass is thick in the meadows, the branches heavy with         leaves,
And gaily the roses are running up to the cottage eaves,

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Steeping the porch in perfume. Oh, loving child should I be,
When thick and rosy and fragrant my joys are coming to me. [Page 34]