Edith Nesbit

(15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924 / Kennington / Surrey / England)

Edith Nesbit Poems

281. At Evening Time There Shall Be Light 4/19/2010
282. As It Is 4/19/2010
283. Appeal 1/3/2003
284. And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came 4/19/2010
285. Age To Youth 4/19/2010
286. After Sixty Years 4/19/2010
287. After Death 4/19/2010
288. Accession 4/19/2010
289. Absolution Ii 4/19/2010
290. Absolution 4/19/2010
291. A Tragedy 12/31/2002
292. A Star In The East 4/19/2010
293. A Song Of Trafalgar 4/19/2010
294. A Song Of Parting 4/19/2010
295. A Song For Peace And Honour 4/19/2010
296. A Prayer For The King's Majesty 4/19/2010
297. A Portrait 4/19/2010
298. A Parting Ii 4/19/2010
299. A Parting 4/19/2010
300. A Life's Story 4/19/2010
301. A Last Appeal 4/19/2010
302. A Kentish Garden 4/19/2010
303. A Good-Bye 4/19/2010
304. A Garden Of Girls 4/19/2010
305. A Farewell 4/19/2010
306. A Dirge 4/19/2010
307. A Comedy 4/19/2010
308. A Choice 4/19/2010
309. A Brown Study 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Edith Nesbit

The Choice

PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town,
Its paved and sordid mazes,
Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown
With buttercups and daisies!


With half my heart I long to lie
Among the flowered grasses,
And hear the loving leaves that sigh
As their sweet Mistress passes.


Through picture-shows I make my way
While flower-crowned maids go maying,
And all the cultured things I say
That cultured folk are saying.


For I renounce Spring's darling face,
With may-bloom fresh upon it:
My Mistress lives in Grosvenor-place
And wears...

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A Tragedy

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.

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