Edith Matilda Thomas
Edith Matilda Thomas Poems
|3.||The War Of Bread||3/20/2012|
|4.||The Young of Spring||5/6/2015|
|5.||The Burden of Age||5/14/2015|
|8.||In One's Age to One's Youth||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 Inverted Torch||1/4/2003|
|18.||The Masquerade Of Time||3/20/2012|
|19.||The Blessed Present||3/20/2012|
|20.||The Mother Who Died Too||3/20/2012|
|21.||The Red Cross Nurse||3/20/2012|
|23.||Nature And Man||3/20/2012|
Comments about Edith Matilda Thomas
Nature And Man
Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of the rose springing forth of the thorn!
Oh, the song of the arrow-marked finch singing love in the front of the morn!
Who will speak to them all of the rapture they wake in the children of men?
Who will so lovingly speak, they will heed, and answer again?
The glance of the dew but repeateth the liquid glance of the sky,
And the flame of the rose is not brighter, in token, as man passes by,
And the song of the finch, though his little heart with ecstasy break,
From the answering rapture of man no quickening impulse shall ...
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.