Edith Nesbit Poems

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WHILE baby Spring sticks daisies in her hair,
Or Summer laughs with flushed triumphant face
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THE child was yours and none of mine,
And yet you gave it me to keep,
And bade me sew it raiment fine,
And wrap my kisses round its sleep.
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The Spirit of Darkness, the Prince of the Power of the Air,
The terror that walketh by night, and the horror by day,
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PALE veil of mist bound round the trees
Pale fringe of rain upon the hills,
Cold earth, cold sky and biting breeze
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THE lilies in my garden grow,
Wide meadows ring my garden round,
In that green copse wild violets blow,
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Where are you--you whose loving breath
Alone can stay my soul from death?
The world's so wide, I seek it through,
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Did you deceive me? Did I trust
A heart of fire to a heart of dust?
What matter? Since once the world was fair,
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The enchanted hour,
The magic bower,
Where, crowned with roses,
Love love discloses.
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BEFORE your life that is to come,
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly
Seek to discern what gift may fit
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THIS is a place where men laid their dead,
Each with his life-tale of good or ill;
Here prayers were murmured and hot tears shed,
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