Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

A Water Lily

    Did I behold the Lady of the Lake
      Part the cool water with a slender hand?
    And brought she for her loved knight errant's sake
      Out of some liquid crypt the magic brand?

    I dreamed it was the Lady of the Lake--
      I did but dream! Again I looked, and knew
    The water lily, white as winter's flake,
      But with a heart all gold and fragrant dew.

1. Melchior's Ride
2. A Vain Regret
3. The Cradle-Child
4. How the Christmas Tree Was Brought to Nome
5. The Christmas Sheaf

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