Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LITTLE SISTER, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS 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!" | Other Poems of Interest...INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHANT OF THE FOUGHT FIELD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A CHRISTOPHER OF THE SHENANDOAH by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A DREAM TEMPLE; NEW YORK CITY by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A FAR CRY TO HEAVEN by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS A LITTLE BOY'S VAIN REGRET by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |
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