English Poetry. Edith Matilda Thomas. The Mother Who Died Too. Эдит Матильда Томас.

Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

The Mother Who Died Too

She was so little—little in her grave,
     The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
She was so little! therefore did I crave
     My arms might still her tender form enfold.
She was so little, and her cry so weak
     When she among the heavenly children came—
She was so little—I alone might speak
     For her who knew no word nor her own name.

Edith Matilda Thomas’s other poems:

1. How the Christmas Tree Was Brought to Nome
2. The Procession of the Kings
3. The Witch’s Child
4. Her Christmas Present
5. The Christmas Sheaf

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