The god of music dwelleth out of doors. Edith M. Thomas More Quotes by Edith M. Thomas More Quotes From Edith M. Thomas I gave thee what could not be heard Edith M. Thomas beats heart sweet Treasure the shadow. ... There are no shadows save from substance cast. Edith M. Thomas treasure shadow substance To Death I yield, but not to Doubt, who slays before! Edith M. Thomas yield doubt Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair. Edith M. Thomas hope air heaven 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 autumn fire running I follow my law and fulfil it all duly and look! when your doubt runneth high North points to the needle! Edith M. Thomas doubt law looks
