Edith Nesbit

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

The Charm - Poem by Edith Nesbit

LIKE crimson lamps the tulips swing,
The lily flowers their incense bring,
The daisies votive garlands fling
Before the altar of the Spring.

And you and I in this green May,
When thrushes sing, and white lambs play,
Go glad at heart--so glad and gay,
No word seems good enough to say.

Yet there's a charm, it would appear,
Which, if I spoke it in your ear,
Would fix the spring for ever here;
Pass on--I will not speak it, dear.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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