Edith Nesbit

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

Edith Nesbit Poems

81. Parting 4/19/2010
82. Pessimism 4/19/2010
83. Philosophy 4/19/2010
84. Possession 4/19/2010
85. Prayer In Time Of War 4/19/2010
86. Prelude 4/19/2010
87. Quand Meme 4/19/2010
88. Questions 4/19/2010
89. Quieta Ne Movete 4/19/2010
90. Quieta Ne Movete Ii 4/19/2010
91. Raison D'Etre 4/19/2010
92. Rejected 4/19/2010
93. Renunciation 4/19/2010
94. Requiem 4/19/2010
95. Retro Santhanas 4/19/2010
96. Richborough Castle 4/19/2010
97. Saturday Song 4/19/2010
98. Lover's Quarrels 4/19/2010
99. Love's Suicide 4/19/2010
100. May Day 4/19/2010
101. Medway Song 4/19/2010
102. Microcosm 4/19/2010
103. Morning 4/19/2010
104. Song Ii 4/19/2010
105. Song Iii 4/19/2010
106. Song Iv 4/19/2010
107. Song Of Long Ago 4/19/2010
108. Song Of The Rose 4/19/2010
109. Song Vi 4/19/2010
110. Song Vii 4/19/2010
111. Special Pleading 4/19/2010
112. Spring Song Ii 4/19/2010
113. Surrender 4/19/2010
114. Surrender Ii 4/19/2010
115. Teint Neutre 4/19/2010
116. The Adventurer 4/19/2010
117. The Appeal 4/19/2010
118. The Ballad Of The White Lady 4/19/2010
119. The Beatific Vision 4/19/2010
120. The Beech Tree 4/19/2010

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Best Poem of Edith Nesbit

Song

Now the Spring is waking,
Very shy as yet,
Busy mending, making
Grass and violet.
Frowsy Winter's over:
See the budding lane!
Go and meet your lover:
Spring is here again!

Every day is longer
Than the day before;
Lambs are whiter, stronger,
Birds sing more and more;
Woods are less than shady,
Griefs are more than vain -
Go and kiss your lady:
Spring is here again!

Read the full of Song

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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