Edith Matilda Thomas

(12 August 1854 – 13 September 1925 / Chatham Center / Ohio)

Edith Matilda Thomas Poems

1. Black Flag! 3/20/2012
2. Ride, Vigilantes! 3/20/2012
3. The War Of Bread 3/20/2012
4. The Young of Spring 5/6/2015
5. The Burden of Age 5/14/2015
6. Tip's Kitten 5/23/2015
7. Dreams 5/28/2015
8. In One's Age to One's Youth 6/16/2015
9. Broadway 6/16/2015
10. The Life of a Bird 7/2/2015
11. The Masquerade Of Time 3/20/2012
12. The Blessed Present 3/20/2012
13. The Mother Who Died Too 3/20/2012
14. The Red Cross Nurse 3/20/2012
15. Nature And Man 3/20/2012
16. The Inverted Torch 1/4/2003
17. Winter Sleep 1/4/2003
18. "Frost To-Night" 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Edith Matilda Thomas

"Frost To-Night"

Apple-green west and an orange bar,
And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . .
And, "Child, take the shears and cut what you will,
Frost to-night -- so clear and dead-still."

Then, I sally forth, half sad, half proud,
And I come to the velvet, imperial crowd,
The wine-red, the gold, the crimson, the pied, --
The dahlias that reign by the garden-side.

The dahlias I might not touch till to-night!
A gleam of the shears in the fading light,
And I gathered them all, -- the splendid throng,
And in one great sheaf I bore them along.

. . ....

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The Inverted Torch

Threading a darksome passage all alone,
The taper's flame, by envious current blown,
Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright,
So challenged by the vast and hostile night,
Then down I held the taper; -- swift and fain
Up climbed the lovely flower of light again!

Thou Kindler of the spark of life divine,
Be henceforth the Inverted Torch a sign

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