Edith Nesbit Poems

LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,
In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;
So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled,
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The wind is crying in the night,
Like a lost child;
The waves break wonderful and white
And wild.
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Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
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THE young Spring air was strong like wine,
The sky reflected in your eyes
Was of a blue as deep-divine
As ever glowed in southern skies.
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So silent is the world to-night
The lamp gives silence out like light,
The latticed windows open wide
Show silence, like the night, outside:
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OH God! if I do my duty
And walk in the thorny way,
Will you pay me with heavens of beauty,
Millions of lives away?
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WIDE downs all gray, with gray of clouds roofed over,
Chill fields stripped naked of their gown of grain,
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OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty,
Bought, quite a bargain, in the City,
Your ill-trained soul full false has played me--
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WE climb the hill; the mist conceals
That valley where we could not stay;
Surely this hill's crest, gained, reveals
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I

WHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair,
Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face
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