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Edith Matilda Thomas was born in Ohio in 1854. Her collections include A Winter Swallow (1896) and Fair Shadow Land (1893). She died in 1925.

Winter Sleep

Edith Matilda Thomas
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 unseen,  
My heart grows young, as autumn fields grow green  
When late rains patter on the falling sheaves.  
  
I know I must be tired (and tired souls err)—  
I know I must be tired, for all my soul
To deeds of daring beats a glad, faint roll,  
As storms the riven pine to music stir.  
  
I know I must be dying (Death draws near)—  
I know I must be dying, for I crave  
Life—life, strong life, and think not of the grave,
And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year.

This poem is in the public domain.

This poem is in the public domain.

Edith Matilda Thomas

Edith Matilda Thomas was born in Ohio in 1854. Her collections include A Winter Swallow (1896) and Fair Shadow Land (1893). She died in 1925.

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The night is still, the moon looks kind,
    The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
An ivy climbs across thy blind,
    And throws a light and misty wreath.

The dew hangs jewels in the heath,
    Buds bloom for which the bee has pined;
I haste along, I quicker breathe,
    The night