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The love of my life came not As love unto others is cast; For mine was a secret wound-- But the wound grew a pearl, at last.
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I gave thee what could not be heard What had not been given before The beat of my heart I gave !
Edith M. Thomas
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I follow my law and fulfil it all duly and look! when your doubt runneth high North points to the needle!
Edith M. Thomas -
Treasure the shadow. ... There are no shadows save from substance cast.
Edith M. Thomas -
The god of music dwelleth out of doors.
Edith M. Thomas -
The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground.
Edith M. Thomas -
Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.
Edith M. Thomas -
To Death I yield, but not to Doubt, who slays before!
Edith M. Thomas