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Ethelwyn Wetherald

Ethelwyn Wetherald

The House of the Trees

OPE your doors and take me in,
 Spirit of the wood;
Wash me clean of dust and din,
 Clothe me in your mood.
 
Take me from the noisy light
 To the sunless peace,
Where at midday standeth Night,
 Signing Toil’s release.
 
All your dusky twilight stores
 To my senses give;
Take me in and lock the doors,
 Show me how to live.
 
Lift your leafy roof for me,
 Part your yielding walls,
Let me wander lingeringly
 Through your scented halls.
 
Ope your doors and take me in,
 Spirit of the wood;
Take me–make me next of kin
 To your leafy brood.

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Altre opere di Ethelwyn Wetherald...
February

O Master-Builder, blustering as y… About your giant work, transformin… The empty woods into a glittering… And making lilac lanes and footpat… As hard as iron under stubborn sno…
The Snow Storm

The Great soft downy snow storm l… Descends to wrap the lean world he… It gives the dead another winding… It buries all the roofs until the… Seems like a soul that from its cl…
The Screech-Owl

HEARING the strange night-pierc… Of woe that strove to sing, I followed where it hid, and found A small soft-throated thing, A feathered handful of gray grief,
Pluck

THANK God for pluck–unknown to… The self ne’er of its Self bereft… Who, when the right arm’s shattere… The good flag with the left.
Earth’s Silences

HOW dear to hearts by hurtful noi… In the stillness of the many-leavè… The quiet of green hills, the mill… Tranquility of night, the endless… Of silence in deep wilds, where na…
The Indigo Bird

WHEN I see, High on the tip-top twig of a tree… Something blue by the breezes stir… But so far up that the blue is blu… So far up no green leaf flies
My Orders

MY orders are to fight; Then if I bleed, or fail, Or strongly win, what matters it? God only doth prevail. The servant craveth naught
Legacies

UNTO my friends I give my though… Unto my God my soul, Unto my foe I leave my love– These are of life the whole. Nay, there is something–a trifle–l…
Prodigal Yet

MUCK of the sty, reek of the tro… Blackened my brow where all might… Yet while I was a great way off My Father ran with compassion for… He put on my hand a ring of gold,
The Song Sparrow’s Nest

HERE where tumultuous vines Shadow the porch at the west, Leaf with tendril entwines Under a song sparrow’s nest. She in her pendulous nook
Earth’s Silences

How dear to hearts by hurtful nois… In the stillness of the many-leavÃ… The quiet of green hills, the mill… Tranquillity of night, the endless… Of silence in deep wilds, where na…
Winter

Now that the earth has hid her lov… Of green things in her breast safe… And all the trees have stripped th… The winter comes with wild winds s… Hoarse battle songs-so furious in…
In the Crowd

Here in the crowded city’s busy st… Swayed by the eager, jostling, has… Where Traffic’s voice grows harsh… I see within the stream of hurryin… A company of trees in their retrea…
Mother and Child

I SAW a mother holding Her play-worn baby son, Her pliant arms enfolding The drooping little one. Her lips were made of sweetness,
The Followers

ONE day I caught up with my ange… Who calls me bell-like from a sky-… ’Twas in my roof-room, at the stil… Of a still, sunless day, when sudd… A flood of deep unreasoned ecstasy



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