Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems
- The Snow Storm The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak ...
- The Hay Field With slender arms outstretching in the sun The...
- Winter Now that the earth has hid her lovely brood Of green...
- The Indigo Bird When I see, High on the tip-top twig of a ...
- Mother And Child I saw a mother holding Her play-worn baby ...
- Prodigal Yet Muck of the sty, reek of the trough, Blackened ...
- In The Crowd Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed...
Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald was a Canadian poet.
She was born at Rockwood, Ontario, the daughter of Rev. William Wetherald, a Quaker minister. She was educated at the Friends' Boarding School in Union, New York, and at Pickering College. She sold her first poem to St. Nicholas Magazine at 17, and soon was contributing to many publications throughout Canada and the United States, including The Globe, The Week, and Rose-Belford's Canadian Magazine. She co-wrote a novel, An Algonquin Maiden (1887), with Graeme Mercer Adam, and in 1895 published her first volume of poetry.
She worked for several decades as a proofreader, journalist, and editorial assistant at newspapers in ... more »
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The Snow Storm
The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak
Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet;
It gives the dead another winding sheet,
It buries all the roofs until the smoke
Seems like a soul that from its clay has broke.
It broods moon-like upon the Autumn wheat,
And visits all the trees in their retreat
To hood and mantle that poor shivering folk.
With wintry bloom it fills the harshest grooves
In jagged pine stump fences. Every sound
It hushes to the footstep of a nun.
Sweet Charity! that brightens where it moves
Inducing darkest bits of ...