The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
The House of the TreesEthelwyn Wetherald (18571940)
O
Spirit of the wood;
Wash me clean of dust and din,
Clothe me in your mood.
To the sunless peace,
Where at midday standeth Night
Singing Toil’s release.
To my senses give;
Take me in and lock the doors,
Show me how to live.
Part your yielding walls,
Let me wander lingeringly
Through your scented halls.
Spirit of the wood;
Take me, make me next of kin
To your leafy brood.