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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
Winter Sleep
By Edith Matilda Thomas (1854–1925)
 
From ‘A Winter Swallow’

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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