Poems by Edith Matilda Thomas
From The Inverted Torch: When In The First Great Hour
... While from the stream-sides and the fields around &emsp ...
Mother England
... Yet, Mother England! yet their hearts are great, ...
A Little Boys Vain Regret
... He looked in my face for an instant, and then ...
Thefts of the Morning
... Our gems make bright her crown, incrust her throne: ...
The Mother Who Died Too
... When she among the heavenly children came ...
Frost
... That webs the streams, each morn, with silver wire, ...
The Quiet Pilgrim:
... Youth shuns me not, nor gladness fears, &emsp ...
Winter Sleep
... Lifelife, strong life, and think not of the grave, &emsp ...
The Betrayal of the Rose
... From the red rose did borrow ...
Breath of Hampstead Heath
... Recalling what blithe presence filled the place ...
The Tears of the Poplars
... Throng the light birdsso much our grief they fear! ...
A Far Cry to Heaven
... For this, that thou prayest vain things, t is a far cry to Heaven, my soul, ...
Quatrains
... When these, who spend lifes day with me, find rest, ...
