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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Child's Song In Spring
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The Silver Birch is a dainty lady,
She wears a satin gown;
The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady,
She will not live in town.
The English oak is a sturdy fellow,
He gets his green coat late;
The willow is smart in a suit of yellow
While brown the beech trees wait.
Such a gay green gown God gives the larches-
As green as he is good!
The hazels hold up their arms for arches,
When spring rides through the wood.
The chestnut’s proud, and the lilac’s pretty,
The poplar’s gentle and tall,
But the plane tree’s kind to the poor ...
Among his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.