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 -new- 11/20/2015
12. The Masquerade Of Time 3/20/2012
13. The Blessed Present 3/20/2012
14. The Mother Who Died Too 3/20/2012
15. The Red Cross Nurse 3/20/2012
16. Nature And Man 3/20/2012
17. The Inverted Torch 1/4/2003
18. Winter Sleep 1/4/2003
19. "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 Blessed Present

Pluck me yon rose, but say not, '‘T will not last!'
Or that 'To-morrow’s rose may be more sweet.'
Say not, the darling bird I hear, will fleet
When its green summer home yields to the blast.
This moment, freed from Fear, that shrank aghast—
From Hope, that ran on wing'd, mercurial feet,
I, Sovereign of the Present, hold my seat!
All smile on me, and smiles on all I cast.
Oh, hitherto, my love, I have been thrall

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