Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

SUMMER IN THE CITY



“If I were out of prison”—ah! the leap
    That Arthur’s heart gave with its yearning strong—
“If I were out of prison and kept sheep,
    I should be merry as the day is long.”

O little prince, whose feet were strange to grass,

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    Whose royal hands no dandelions knew,
Whose wistful child-eyes saw no seasons pass,
    Within the city walls I think of you;

For here on pavements hot to work I creep,
    Walls, roofs and chimneys at my window throng;

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Ah, were I out of prison and kept sheep,
    I should be merry as the day is long! [Page 26]