Edith Nesbit Poems

THE days, the doubts, the dreams of pain
Are over, not to come again,
And from the menace of the night
Has dawned the day-star of delight:
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NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
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If you loved me I could trust you to your fancy's furthest bound
While the sun shone and the wind blew, and the world went round,
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YES--kiss my forehead where the pain
Is grinding outwards from my brain!
But will not pity teach you, too,
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If Jesus came to London,
Came to London to-day,
He would not go to the West End,
He would come down our way;
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Last night when I kissed you,
My soul caught alight;
And oh! how I missed you
The rest of the night -
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NOW that the curtains are drawn close
Now that the fire burns low,
And on her narrow bed the rose
Is stark laid out in snow;
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WHEN I am busying about,
Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
Hanging the week's wet washing out
Or ironing the children's things,
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Last year the fields were all glad and gay
With silver daisies and silver may;
There were kingcups gold by the river's edge
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LOVE is no bird that nests and flies,
No rose that buds and blooms and dies,
No star that shines and disappears,
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