The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray, And vines are running fire along the ground. — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
I follow my law and fulfil it all duly and look! when your doubt runneth high North points to the needle! — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple's spray,… — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
I gave thee what could not be heard What had not been given before The beat of my heart I gave ! — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
Treasure the shadow. ... There are no shadows save from substance cast. — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done:… — Edith M. Thomas Copy Share Image
