Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

A MARCH NIGHT



A wild wind and a flying moon,
    And drifts that shrink and cower;
A heart that leaps at the thought, How soon
    The earth will be in flower.

Behind the gust and the ragged cloud

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    And the sound of loosening floods,
I see young May with her fair head bowed,
    Walking in a world of buds. [Page 11]