BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Unleafed Beech
Edith Matilda Thomas
If any say that
parts from thee
When frost and wind thy
Stand forth, O Beech, that such an one may see
Beauty as great thy leafage did conceal!
Lo, thou, the West Wind's lithe antagonist,
Art quick to strife, but when his force is spent,
As in a garment meshed of
Thy branches sleep in silver-gray content.
By all the crowning summers thou hast shed,
By all thy well-fought winters, dauntless Tree,
Drop benisons upon thy lover's head,
And share thy strength, thy grace, thy
, with me!
poems by Edith Matilda Thomas