Copied from:
Tangled in Stars – Poems by Ethelwyn Wetherald
Boston: Richard G. Badger, The Gorham Press: 1902

Call number PS 8495 E84T3 1902
Robarts Library, University of Toronto


From my Window (in Spring)

The plums and cherries are in bloom,
The apple trees are on the brink
Of swimming in a sea of pink;
The grass is thick’ning like the gloom
Of winter twilights, and from far
Each dandelion is a star.

The birds fill all the air, and one
Is building at my window sill.
Across the lane the squirrels run,
And like a poet’s ghost, so still
And spirit white, a butterfly
Appears and slowly wavers by.

Beyond the pine trees, tall and dark,
Across the lower orchard, where
The honey-laden peach and pear
Give to the bees their burden – hark!
Swift flies the thunderous express,
And leaves more quiet quietness.

(p.18)