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|
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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 ...
Dear grey-winged angel, with the mouth set stern
And time-devouring eyes, the sweetest sweet
Of kisses when two severed lovers meet
Is thine; the cruelest ache in hearts that yearn,
The fears that freeze, the hopes that leap and burn,
Thine-thine! And thine the drum-and-trumpet beat
Of hearts that wait for unreturning feet,
When comes at last the hour of their return.
Of Love's fair ministers thou art the chief.