Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LITTLE SISTER, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS


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THE LITTLE SISTER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The sighing trees - they all stood round
Last Line: "hush, let her sleep!"


THE sighing trees -- they all stood round --
Their friendly arms about me cast;
The brook with mingled shadow-sound
Of laughter and of sobbing passed;
The bank whereon I lay was spread
With small soft mosses, thick and deep;
The faint breeze stooped above my bed ...
These spake with one accord, and said:
"Our Little Sister, -- let her weep, --
Hush, let her weep!"

Their voices all afar withdrew
What time the tears ran free and fain ...
Those tears the mosses drank as dew,
Those tears the brook received as rain;
For tears the trees their balsam shed,
Then took my heart, my grief, to keep,
And gave their griefless calm instead.
And once again all spake, and said:
"Our Little Sister, -- let her sleep, --
Hush, let her sleep!"






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