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|
|296.||Spring In War-Time||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|
Comments about Edith Nesbit
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
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?