Poems by Edith Matilda Thomas

Vainly, vainly have I sought her,
Watching all the long bright daytime--
She, the mossy Orch...

A Tale of Halloween I You ask me for a tale of Halloween?
'Tis well. I lately read a treasure ...

The first fire of the season warms my hearth:
Like a bright moth that long ensheathed has lain,...

I would like to lift the curtain
Hides the past from mortal view,
For a glimpse of one Thanksg...

There were three colors in the banner bright
On which the maidens stitched and stitched all day....

With doll in arms to court she came--
A mite of tender years
Between her sobs she put the case,...

Listen, thou child I used to be!
I know what thou didst fret to know--
Knowledge thou couldst ...

I When the far woods a misty veil assume
(The sun being gone),and stand in solemn hush,
To ...

I Now is the tender moment of the year
When bards of Hellas feigned the sweet return
Of Ceres'...