Edith Nesbit Poems
|282.||The Last Defeat||4/19/2010|
|285.||After Sixty Years||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|
|294.||A Last Appeal||4/19/2010|
|296.||At The Sound Of The Drum||4/19/2010|
|297.||A Kentish Garden||4/19/2010|
|299.||The Maiden's Prayer||4/19/2010|
|300.||A Garden Of Girls||4/19/2010|
|301.||St. Valentine's Day||12/31/2002|
|306.||Child's Song In Spring||8/18/2006|
|308.||Age To Youth||4/19/2010|
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
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.