James Maurice Thompson (b. September 9 1844, Fairfield, Indiana – d. February 15 1901) was an American novelist.
- When Spring is old, and dewy winds
Blow from the south, with odors sweet,
I see my love, in shadowy groves,
Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.
- She throws a kiss, and bids me run
In whispers sweet as roses’ breath;
I know I can not win the race,
And at the end, I know, is death.
- Bubble, bubble, flows the stream
Like an old tune through a dream.
- In Haunts of Bass and Bream.