Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems
|3.||The Song Sparrow's Nest||9/16/2010|
|8.||The Wind Of Death||9/16/2010|
|10.||The House Of The Trees||9/16/2010|
|12.||If One Might Live||9/16/2010|
|13.||In The Crowd||9/16/2010|
|15.||Mother And Child||9/16/2010|
|17.||The Indigo Bird||9/16/2010|
|19.||The Hay Field||9/16/2010|
|20.||The Snow Storm||9/16/2010|
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 ...
When I shall go to sleep and wake again
At dawning in another world than this,
What will atone to me for all I miss?
The light melodious footsteps of the rain,
The press of leaves against my window-pane,
The sunset wistfulness and morning bliss,
The moon's enchantment, and the twilight kiss
Of winds that wander with me through the lane.
Will not my soul remember evermore