The House of the Trees & Other Poems 1

The House of the Trees & Other Poems 1

The House of the Trees & Other Poems

Author: Ethelwyn Wetherald

 

Contents

The House of the Trees Page 3

 

The Sun on the Trees 4

 

Moonlight 5

 

Pine Needles 6

 

The Sound of the Axe 7

 

The Prayer of the Year 9

 

The Hay Field 10

 

Twilight 12

 

The Sky Path 13

 

Fall and Spring 14

 

The Woodside Way 15

 

A Rainy Day 16

 

When Twilight Comes 17

 

Leafless April 18

 

The Visitors 19

 

Autumn Days 20

 

Woodland Worship 21

 

When Days Are Long 22

 

Out of Doors 23

 

Make Room 24

 

The Humming Bird 25

 

September 26

 

The March Orchard 28

 

The Blind Man 30

 

To the October Wind 32

 

A Midday in Midsummer 33

 

A Slow Rain 35

 

The Patient Earth 36

 

At Dawn 39

 

In the Crowd 41

 

By Fields of Grass 42

 

October 43

 

Winter 44

 

The Snow-Storm 45

 

To February 46

 

Rest 47

 

The Shy Sun 48

 

In April 49

 

Apple Blossoms 50

 

The Big Moon 51

 

The Twins 53

 

Autumn Fire 55

 

In the Grass 56

 

The Fields of Dark 57

 

Children in the City 59

 

Where Pleasures Grow 60

 

In the Heart of the Woods 61

 

Frost 62

 

The Chipmunk 63

 

Give Me the Poorest Weed 64

 

The Weeks that Walk in Green 65

 

Noonday of the Year 66

 

The Wind World 67

 

At the Window 68

 

Come Back Again 69

 

A Rainy Morning 71

 

June Apples 72

 

Beginning and End 73

 

Not at Home 75

 

The Wind of Memory 76

 

Philippa 78

 

The Student 79

 

Unspoken 80

 

Under the King 83

 

The Secret 84

 

Limitation 85

 

Three Years Old 86

 

Sometime, I Fear 88

 

Joy 89

 

In the Dark 91

 

Words 92

 

The Wind of Death 93

 

 

 

 

The House of the Trees

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

The Sun on the Trees

 

 

The sun within the leafy woods

Is like a midday moon,

So soft upon these solitudes

Is bent the face of noon.

 

Loosed from the outside summer blaze

A few gold arrows stray;

A vagrant brilliance droops or plays

Through all the dusky day.

 

The gray trunk feels a touch of light,

While, where dead leaves are deep,

A gleam of sunshine golden white

Lies like a soul asleep.