The Wind of Death (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
The wind of death, that softly blows The last warm petal from the rose, The last dry leaf from off ...
Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems (20 Poems)
If One Might Live (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
If one might live ten years among the leaves,Ten-only ten-of all a life's long day,Who would not choose a childhood ...
The Indigo Bird (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
When I see,High on the tip-top twig of a tree, Something blue by the breezes stirred,But so far up that ...
The Hay Field (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
With slender arms outstretching in the sunThe grass lies dead; The wind walks tenderly and stirs not one Frail fallen ...
Earth’s Silences (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
How dear to hearts by hurtful noises scarredIn the stillness of the many-leav?d trees,The quiet of green hills, the million-starredTranquillity ...
The Song Sparrow’s Nest (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Here where tumultuous vinesShadow the porch at the west, Leaf with tendril entwinesUnder a song sparrow's nest. She in her ...
The Snow Storm (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet; It gives ...
Prodigal Yet (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Muck of the sty, reek of the trough,Blackened my brow where all might see,Yet while I was a great way ...
Absence (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Dear grey-winged angel, with the mouth set stern And time-devouring eyes, the sweetest sweet Of kisses when two severed lovers ...
Winter (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Now that the earth has hid her lovely brood Of green things in her breast safe out of sight, And ...
In the Crowd (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Here in the crowded city's busy street, Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng, Where Traffic's voice grows harsher and ...
February (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
O Master-Builder, blustering as you go About your giant work, transforming all The empty woods into a glittering hall, And ...
The Followers (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
One day I caught up with my angel, she Who calls me bell-like from a sky-touched tower.'Twas in my roof-room, ...
At Waking (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
When I shall go to sleep and wake againAt dawning in another world than this,What will atone to me for ...
The House of the Trees (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Open your doors and take me in,Spirit of the wood;Wash me clean of dust and din,Clothe me in your mood. ...
Mother and Child (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
I saw a mother holdingHer play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding The drooping little one. Her lips were made ...
The Screech-Owl (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Hearing the strange night-piercing soundOf woe that strove to sing,I followed where it hid, and foundA small soft-throated thing,A feathered ...
Legacies (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Unto my friends I give my thoughts, Unto my God my soul, Unto my foe I leave my love- These ...
My Orders (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
My orders are to fight; Then if I bleed, or fail, Or strongly win, what matters it?God only doth prevail. ...
Pluck (Ethelwyn Wetherald Poems)
Thank God for pluck-unknown to slaves-The self ne'er of its Self bereft,Who, when the right arm's shattered, waves The good ...