Edith Nesbit

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

Poems of Edith Nesbit

21. Absolution II 4/19/2010
22. Accession 4/19/2010
23. After Death 4/19/2010
24. After Sixty Years 4/19/2010
25. Age To Youth 4/19/2010
26. And The Rains Descended And The Floods Came 4/19/2010
27. Appeal 1/3/2003
28. As It Is 4/19/2010
29. At Evening Time There Shall Be Light 4/19/2010
30. At Parting 4/19/2010
31. At Parting II 4/19/2010
32. At The Feast 4/19/2010
33. At The Gate 4/19/2010
34. At The Last 4/19/2010
35. At The Sound Of The Drum 4/19/2010
36. August 4/19/2010
37. Autumn Song 4/19/2010
38. Baby's Birthday 4/19/2010
39. Before Winter 4/19/2010
40. Betrayed 4/19/2010

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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