Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

YESTERDAY AND TO-DAY


Love met Youth in the churchyard old,
    Under a branch of hawthorn blossom;
Love gave Youth a flower to hold
    Freshly grown from a dead girl’s bosom.

Youth sang Love a heart-warm rhyme,

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    Writ by an ancestor turned to ashes;
And all the song was of blossom time
    And the spring-soft light ’neath a maiden’s lashes. [Page 36]