Edith Nesbit

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

Poems of Edith Nesbit

61. En Tout Cas 4/19/2010
62. England 4/19/2010
63. Entreaty 4/19/2010
64. Envoys 4/19/2010
65. Evening Prayer 4/19/2010
66. Evening Song 4/19/2010
67. Faith 4/19/2010
68. Faith II 4/19/2010
69. Faute De Mieux 4/19/2010
70. Fear 4/19/2010
71. February 4/19/2010
72. Flower Of Aloe 4/19/2010
73. For Dolly -- Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons 4/19/2010
74. For The New Year 4/19/2010
75. From The Italian 4/19/2010
76. From The Portuguese 4/19/2010
77. From The Tuscan 4/19/2010
78. Ghosts 4/19/2010
79. Gratitude 4/19/2010
80. Gretna Green 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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