| Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917. |
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| 222. Spirit to Spirit |
| By Edith Matilda Thomas (b. 1854) |
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| DEAD? Not to thee, thou keen watcher,—not silent, not viewless, to thee, | |
| Immortal still wrapped in the mortal! I, from the mortal set free, | |
| Greet thee by many clear tokens thou smilest to hear and to see. | |
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| For I, when thou wakest at dawn, to thee am the entering morn; | |
| And I, when thou walkest abroad, am the dew on the leaf and the thorn, | 5 |
| The tremulous glow of the noon, the twilight on harvests of corn. | |
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| I am the flower by the wood-path,—thou bendest to look in my eyes; | |
| The bird in its nest in the thicket,—thou heedest my love-laden cries; | |
| The planet that leads the night legions,—thou liftest thy gaze to the skies. | |
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| And I am the soft-dropping rain, the snow with its fluttering swarms; | 10 |
| The summer-day cloud on the hilltops, that showeth thee manifold forms; | |
| The wind from the south and the west, the voice that sings courage in storms! | |
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| Sweet was the earth to thee ever, but sweeter by far to thee now: | |
| How hast thou room for tears, when all times marvelest thou, | |
| Beholding who dwells with God in the blossoming sward and the bough! | 15 |
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| Once as a wall were the mountains, once darkened between us the sea; | |
| No longer these thwart and baffle, forbidding my passage to thee: | |
| Immortal still wrapped in the mortal, I linger till thou art set free! | |
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