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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, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. I know I must be old (how age deceives!)— I know I must be old, for, all... Poet: 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, Swift ran through all my soul this wonder-cry: “How hast thou met and vanquished hate extreme!” For by thy faint white smiling thou didst seem... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas	A Little Boy's Vain Regret He was six years old, just six that day, And I saw he had something important to say As he held in his hand a broken toy. He looked in my face for an instant, and then He said, with a sigh, and a downcast eye, “If I could live my life over again, I... Poet: 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 Built for some Ganges emperor, old and swart, Soul-sped on clouds of incense! Whose the art That webs the streams, each morn,... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas
Augury I. a Horse-shoe nailed, for luck, upon a mast; That mast, wave-bleached, upon the shore was cast! I saw, and thence no fetich I revered, But safe, through tempest, to my haven steered. II. The place with rose and myrtle was o’ergrown, Yet... Poet: Edith Matilda Thomas