Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

281. Song V 4/19/2010
282. The Last Defeat 4/19/2010
283. The Nest 4/19/2010
284. A Farewell 4/19/2010
285. After Sixty Years 4/19/2010
286. Lullaby 4/19/2010
287. The Gray Folk 4/19/2010
288. Spring Song Iii 4/19/2010
289. A Star In The East 4/19/2010
290. Sea-Shells 4/19/2010
291. Song 4/19/2010
292. A Dirge 4/19/2010
293. The Despot 12/31/2002
294. A Last Appeal 4/19/2010
295. After Death 4/19/2010
296. At The Sound Of The Drum 4/19/2010
297. A Kentish Garden 4/19/2010
298. The Island 12/31/2002
299. The Maiden's Prayer 4/19/2010
300. A Garden Of Girls 4/19/2010
301. St. Valentine's Day 12/31/2002
302. A Good-Bye 4/19/2010
303. In Trouble 12/31/2002
304. The Kiss 1/3/2003
305. Villeggiature 1/3/2003
306. Child's Song In Spring 8/18/2006
307. A Tragedy 12/31/2002
308. Age To Youth 4/19/2010
309. The Choice 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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The Despot

1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.

5 Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
6 Millions of little growing folk
7 Who thrilled to know the winter done,
8 Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.

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