Edith Nesbit
In Trouble
1 It’s all for nothing: I’ve lost im now. 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I never thought it of im, 4 Nor e never thought it of me. 5
Appeal
Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me? I could pardon much, believe me: Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me, Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,- Damn
The Kiss
The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in the firs, So dead my heart is with the cold, No pulse within it stirs, Even to see your face, my dear,
The Island
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
A Tragedy
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
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
Villeggiature
My window, framed in pear-tree bloom, White-curtained shone, and softly lighted: So, by the pear-tree, to my room Your ghost last night climbed uninvited. Your solid self, long leagues away, Deep in dull books,
St. Valentine's Day
The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind blows forth That