Poems by Edith Matilda Thomas

There are so many, many young!
So many, in thy world, O Spring,
And scarcely yet they find ...

Treasure the shadow. Somewhere, firmly based,
Arise those turrets that in cloud-land shine;
...

He bides at home, and treasures all
That to his homely lot doth fall.
He says, to journey hen...

Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of the rose springing forth of the thorn!
Oh, the so...

I The voice of my sisters I hear (Oh voice of the summer leaves!
Oh voice of the murmuring wate...

What is softer than two snowflakes meeting
In a windless fall of snow?
What is lighter than a d...

"Ancestral voices prophesying war." THE MAN SPEAKS When torpid stands the blood of civic ...

Much I desired when Youth did fire my veins,
To join fair combat with some foe august;
And mo...

Come near, O Sun, O South wind, blow!
And be the Winter's captives freed.
Where are the Spri...

Sometimes the troubled tide of all the Past
Upon my spirit's trembling strand is rolled;
Years...

'Tis Elfinell--a witch's child,
From holy minster banned..
Again the old glad bell rings out
...

Do ye remember, or do ye forget,
O silent and sufficing ones--ye Trees,
That take and pass t...

"Who is this pacing sisterhood,
Moving in silent, broken mood,
Clad all in mourning weeds?
...

The master--he loved my kitten, my kitten;
She was still too weak to stand,
When he placed h...

Bund us the Morning, mother of the stars
And of the winds that usher in the day!
Ere her light...