Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

81. Haunted 4/19/2010
82. Hope 4/19/2010
83. Hopes 4/19/2010
84. In Absence 4/19/2010
85. In Age 4/19/2010
86. In Eclipse 4/19/2010
87. In Hospital 4/19/2010
88. In Memoryt Of Saretta Deakin 4/19/2010
89. In Sanctuary 4/19/2010
90. In The Enchanted Tower 4/19/2010
91. In The People's Park 4/19/2010
92. In The Rose Garden 4/19/2010
93. In The Shallows 4/19/2010
94. In Trouble 12/31/2002
95. Inasmuch As Ye Did It Not . . . 4/19/2010
96. Incompatibilities 4/19/2010
97. Indiscretion 4/19/2010
98. Inspiration 4/19/2010
99. Invocation 4/19/2010
100. Invocation Ii 4/19/2010
101. January 4/19/2010
102. La Derniere Robe De Soi 4/19/2010
103. Love And Knowledge 4/19/2010
104. Love And Life 4/19/2010
105. Love Guerdons 4/19/2010
106. Love Well The Hour 4/19/2010
107. Lover's Quarrels 4/19/2010
108. Love's Suicide 4/19/2010
109. Lullaby 4/19/2010
110. Magic 4/19/2010
111. Magnificat 4/19/2010
112. Maidenhood 4/19/2010
113. Margaret 4/19/2010
114. Mary Of Magdala 4/19/2010
115. May Day 4/19/2010
116. May Song 4/19/2010
117. Medway Song 4/19/2010
118. Microcosm 4/19/2010
119. Morning 4/19/2010
120. Mother Song 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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St. Valentine's Day

The South is a dream of flowers
With a jewel for sky and sea,
Rose-crowns for the dancing hours,
Gold fruits upon every tree;
But cold from the North The wind blows forth
That blows my love to me.
The stars in the South are gold
Like lamps between sky and sea;
The flowers that the forests hold.

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