Edith Matilda Thomas
Poems (14)
- A Far Cry to HeavenWhat! dost thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand,
- A Little Boy's Vain RegretHe was six years old, just six that day,
- AuguryI.
- Breath of Hampstead HeathThe wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
- From "The Inverted Torch"When in THE FIRST GREAT HOUR
- FrostHow small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
- Mother EnglandI
- QuatrainsThe soul IN THE BODY
- The Betrayal of the RoseA white rose had a sorrow—
- The Mother Who Died TooShe was so little—little in her grave,
- The Quiet PilgrimWhen on my soul in nakedness
- The Tears of the PoplarsHath not the dark stream closed above thy head,
- Thefts of the MorningBind us the Morning, mother of the stars
- Winter SleepI know it must be winter (though I sleep)—