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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1171. Winter Sleep
By 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!)—        5
  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        10
  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,        15
And turf-bound silence, in the frosty year.


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