Edith Nesbit Poems
|282.||The Last Defeat||4/19/2010|
|285.||After Sixty Years||4/19/2010|
|287.||The Gray Folk||4/19/2010|
|288.||Spring Song Iii||4/19/2010|
|289.||A Star In The East||4/19/2010|
|294.||A Last Appeal||4/19/2010|
|296.||At The Sound Of The Drum||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|
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?