Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald

 

FLOWER AND FLAME

Between the flowering and the flaming woods,
                All greening in the rain
                    The fields unfold,
                The sun upon the grain
                    Outpours its gold,
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And sweet with bloom and dew are nature’s moods
Between the flowering and the flaming woods.

Between the flaming and the flowering woods
                The wind bemoans a host
                    Of withered leaves,

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                The winter is a ghost
                    That grieves and grieves
Around a ruined house where none intrudes,
Between the flaming and the flowering woods.

O woods that break in flower or in flame,
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                My wingèd days and hours
                    Shall meet their doom
                Like to your leaves and flowers;
                    Let not your bloom
And brightness put my flying years to shame,
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O woods that break in flower or in flame! [Page 14]