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• The Quiet Pilgrim

  When on my soul in nakedness
  His swift, avertless hand did press,
  Then I stood still, nor cried aloud, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Mother England

  I
  there was a rover from a western shore,
  England! whose eyes the sudden tears did drown, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Breath of Hampstead Heath

  The wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek
  As, home returned, I muse, and see arise
  Those rounded hills beneath the low, gray skies, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Thefts of the Morning

  Bind us the Morning, mother of the stars
  And of the winds that usher in the day!
  Ere her light fingers slide the eastern bars, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Frost

  How small a tooth hath mined the season’s heart!
  How cold a touch hath set the wood on fire,
  Until it blazes like a costly pyre …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• A Far Cry to Heaven

  What! dost thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand,
  The flame be rekindled that mounted away from the smouldering brand,
  The past-summer harvest flow golden through stubble-lands snaked and sere, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• The Mother Who Died Too

  She was so little—little in her grave,
  The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
  She was so little! therefore did I crave …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Winter Sleep

  I know it must be winter (though I sleep)—
  I know it must be winter, for I dream
  I dip my bare feet in the running stream, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• From "The Inverted Torch"

  When in THE FIRST GREAT HOUR
  WHEN in the first great hour of sleep supreme
  I saw my Dearest fair and tranquil lie, …

  Edith Matilda Thomas

• Sassafras

  Fringing cypress forests dim
  Where the owl makes weird abode,
  Bending down with spicy limb …

  Samuel Minturn Peck

• A Southern Girl

  Her dimpled cheeks are pale;
  She ’s a lily of the vale,
  Not a rose. …

  Samuel Minturn Peck

• The Captain's Feather

  The dew is on the heather,
  The moon is in the sky,
  And the captain’s waving feather …

  Samuel Minturn Peck

• My Little Girl

  My little girl is nested
  Within her tiny bed,
  With amber ringlets crested …

  Samuel Minturn Peck

• Pray for the Dead

  Pray for the dead—who bids thee not?
  Do all our human loves grow pale,
  Or are the old needs all forgot …

  Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton

• The Egyptian Lotus

  Proud, languid lily of the sacred Nile,
  ’T is strange to see thee on our Western wave,
  Far from those sandy shores, that mile on mile, …

  Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton

• Little Wild Baby

  Through the fierce fever I nursed him, and then he said
  I was the woman—I!—that he would wed;
  He sent a boat with men for his own white priest, …

  Margaret Thomson Janvier

• Viverols

  Beyond the sea, I know not where,
  There is a town called Vivérols;
  I know not if ’t is near or far, …

  David Starr Jordan

• He 'd Nothing but His Violin

  He ’d nothing but his violin,
  I ’d nothing but my song,
  But we were wed when skies were blue …

  Mary Kyle Dallas

• What My Lover Said

  By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,
  In the orchard path he met me;
  In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume, …

  Homer Greene

• Unless

  O touch me not, unless thy soul
  Can claim my soul as thine;
  Give me no earthly flowers that fade, …

  Ella Dietz Glynes

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