Edith Nesbit Poems

How soft the lamplight falls
On pictures, books,
And pleasant coloured walls
And curtains drawn!
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THROUGH many days and many days
The seed of love lay hidden close;
We walked the dusty tiresome ways
Where never a leaf or blossom grows.
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MAKE strong your door with bolt and bar,
Make every window fast;
Strong brass and iron as they are,
They are so easy passed--
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I

There was never winter, summer only: roses,
Pink and white and red,
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MY beautiful beech, your smooth grey coat is trimmed
With letters. Once, each stood for all things dear
To foolish lovers, dead this many a year,
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In the great green park with the wooden palings -
The wooden palings so hard to climb,
There are fern and foxglove, primrose and violet,
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When the bearing and doing are over,
And no more is to do or bear,
God will see us and judge us
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OH! I admit I'm dull and poor,
And plain and gloomy, as you tell me;
And dozens flock around your door
Who in all points but one excel me.
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IN deep vague spaces of the lonely sea
She deemed her soulless life was almost fair,
Yet ever dreamed that in the upper air
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ACROSS the quiet pastures of my soul
The invading army marched in splendid might
My few poor forces fled beyond control,
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