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 Enchanted Ring 11/20/2015
12. The Dark Before Dawn 12/7/2015
13. Thefts Of The Morning 12/7/2015
14. The Masquerade Of Time 3/20/2012
15. The Blessed Present 3/20/2012
16. The Mother Who Died Too 3/20/2012
17. The Red Cross Nurse 3/20/2012
18. Nature And Man 3/20/2012
19. The Inverted Torch 1/4/2003
20. Winter Sleep 1/4/2003
21. "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 Masquerade Of Time

I heard the New Year whisper, passing by,
'I am the Old Year, and did never die.

'As phenix bird, that from the sunset springs,
Next in the East replumes his wondrous wings,

'As dewdrop trembling in the morning flower,
Exhaled ere noon, returns at evening hour,

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