Edith Nesbit Poems
- A Tragedy Among his books he sits all day To think and read ...
- The Choice PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town, Its paved ...
- Child's Song In Spring The Silver Birch is a dainty lady, ...
- Villeggiature My window, framed in pear-tree ...
- The Kiss The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in ...
- In Trouble 1 It's all for nothing: I've lost im now. 2 ...
- A Good-Bye FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls Its...
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland) was an English author and poet whose children's works were published under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on over 60 books of fiction for children, several of which have been adapted for film and television. She was also a political activist and co-founded the Fabian Society, a precursor to the modern Labour Party.
Nesbit was born in 1858 at 38 Lower Kennington Lane in Kennington, Surrey (now part of Greater London), the daughter of an agricultural chemist, John Collis Nesbit, who died in March 1862, before her fourth birthday. Her sister Mary's ill health meant that the family moved around constantly ... more »
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Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.
At night his window casts a square
Of light upon the lawn;
I sometimes walk and watch it there
Until the chill of dawn.
I have no brain to understand
The books he loves to read;
I only have a heart and hand
He does not seem to need.
He calls me "Child" - lays on my hair
Thin fingers, cold ...