Poems of Edith Nesbit
|61.||En Tout Cas||4/19/2010|
|69.||Faute De Mieux||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|
Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town,
Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built place?
Do you hear its song as it flies over marsh and down?
Do you feel the kiss that the wind leaves here on my face?
Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do you restrain
Thoughts that would take the wind's way hither to me,
And bid them rest safe-anchored, nor tempt again
The tumult, and torment, and passion that live in the sea?