Author: Edith Nesbit

1 It’s all for nothing: I’ve lost im now. 2 I suppose it ad to be: 3 But oh I […]

Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me? I could pardon much, believe me: Dower […]

The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in the firs, So dead my heart is with […]

Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built […]

Among his books he sits all day To think and read and write; He does not smell the new-mown hay, […]

1 The garden mould was damp and chill, 2 Winter had had his brutal will 3 Since over all the […]

My window, framed in pear-tree bloom, White-curtained shone, and softly lighted: So, by the pear-tree, to my room Your ghost […]

The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold […]