Edith Nesbit Poems
|281.||The Last Defeat||4/19/2010|
|284.||After Sixty Years||4/19/2010|
|286.||The Gray Folk||4/19/2010|
|287.||Spring Song Iii||4/19/2010|
|288.||A Star In The East||4/19/2010|
|293.||A Last Appeal||4/19/2010|
|295.||At The Sound Of The Drum||4/19/2010|
|297.||The Maiden's Prayer||4/19/2010|
|298.||A Kentish Garden||4/19/2010|
|299.||A Garden Of Girls||4/19/2010|
|300.||St. Valentine's Day||12/31/2002|
|305.||Child's Song In Spring||8/18/2006|
|307.||Age To Youth||4/19/2010|
|308.||A Parting Ii||4/19/2010|
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Age To Youth
Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart
The hope and bright desire of morn and May.
My eyes are full of shadow, and my part
Of life is yesterday.
Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit
And see your life unfolding like a scroll,
Rich with illuminated blazon, fit
For your arm-bearing soul.
My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight,
Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown
Proclaims that when 'twas splendid in the light
Its blazon matched your own.
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?