Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



The eyes like the lips have their choice of wines,
    And one that tingles and cheers they know;
A sky that burns through a bar of pines
    On a wintry world of snow.

Ah, what are the empty eglantines,

    And what the desolate earth below,
When the sky is ablaze, and aflame the pines,
    And rosily gleams the snow? [Page 41]