Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



He went upon a journey,
    And she was left at home;
And yet ’twas he who stayed behind,
    And she that far did roam.

For though he went by mountain

    And wood and stream and sea,
A little cot enwrapt in green
    He saw perpetually.

And she within the green leaves,
    Not knowing that he stood

Forever by her, dreamed her way
    With him by mount and wood.

Now heaven help these lovers,
    And bring her safely home,
Or lead him back along the track

    Where she, e’en now, doth roam. [Page 28]