Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE RAIN



I heard my lover pleading
    Beneath the ivied pane,
I looked out through the darkness
    And lo, it was the rain!

I heard my lover singing

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    His low heart-stirring songs,
I went without and sought him
    To whom my soul belongs.

I found him in the darkness,
    His tears were on my face;

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O sweet, your voice has pierced me,
    And your unhurrying pace.

He gave me as we wandered
    Adown the winding lane,
A thousand tender touches

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    And that heart-stirring strain.

The lamps and fires and faces
    No longer did I see;
I walked abroad with Music
    And Love and Poetry. [Page 13]

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