Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

AN OLD INFLUENCE



A child, I saw familiar things
    In sweet imagined guise;
For me the clouds were angels’ wings,
    The stars were angels’ eyes.

Not so to-day: the grassless ways

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    Of older years invite
No wings to whiten common days,
    No eyes to hallow night.

Yet when with grief my heart is loud,
    Or harsh thoughts leave their scar,

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I feel reproach from every cloud,
    Reproof from every star. [Page 36]