The First Fire of the Season, by Edith Matilda Thomas
The first fire of the season warms my hearth:
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Animal Poems
The Life of a Bird, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Thou art clothed on with plumes, as with leave...
The Little Brown Bat, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Quoth the little brown bat: "I rise with the ow...
The Naturalist, by Edith Matilda Thomas
He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
Nature and Man, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Oh, the glance of the dew! Oh, the flame of t...
On the Eve of Sleep, by Edith Matilda Thomas
What is softer than two snowflakes meeting
In ...
Peace, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Much I desired when Youth did fire my veins,
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Thefts of the Morning, by Edith Matilda Thomas
Bund us the Morning, mother of the stars
And ...
Tip's Kitten, by Edith Matilda Thomas
The master--he loved my kitten, my kitten;
S...
The Witch's Child, by Edith Matilda Thomas
'Tis Elfinell--a witch's child,
From holy min...
The Young of Spring, by Edith Matilda Thomas
There are so many, many young!
So many, in t...
The Angel of the Annunciation, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
A holy angel came one night
With lilies in her...
Autumn, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The hazel tips that yellow in the light
Along ...
Bluebird, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Bright bird on yonder dreary, leafless tree,
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Contoocook River, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Fair Contoocook, singing river,
Flowing over...
A Dream, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The world had long been sleeping;
The earth w...
Helen of Troy, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Helen of Troy, hard was thy ruling fate!
Woma...
A Landscape in Oils, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Though autumn, yet you somehow feel
That blue...
A May Evening, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
A star that glimmers in the far-off gray
Of ev...
Memory, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Earth's memories pass like sands that run the h...
Night-Blooming Cereus, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Bride of the Night, clad in such fitting robes...
November, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Lush summer had her lavish treasure hurled
On ...
A Rejected Lover's Thought, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
One moment I have held her to my breast
And lo...
The Snow, by Edith Willis Linn Forbes
Folding the earth in its mantle
Pure and undef...
Pan in Wall Street, by Edmund Clarence Stedman
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks o...