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 Dragons of the Air 8/3/2016
15. The Witch's Child 8/4/2016
16. The Masquerade Of Time 3/20/2012
17. The Blessed Present 3/20/2012
18. The Mother Who Died Too 3/20/2012
19. The Red Cross Nurse 3/20/2012
20. Nature And Man 3/20/2012
21. The Inverted Torch 1/4/2003
22. Winter Sleep 1/4/2003
23. "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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Winter Sleep

I know it must be winter (though I sleep) --
I know it must be winter, for I dream
I dip my bare feet in the running stream,
And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep.

I know I must be old (how age deceives!)
I know I must be old, for, all unseen,
My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green,
When late rains patter on the falling sheaves.

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