Poems by Edith Nesbit
The Old Magic
... And gray are the breasts of the gulls that scream ...
The Tree Of Knowledge
... Of lovely knowledge sweetly springs, ...
England
... Is not each bough in your orchards, each cloud in the skies above you, ...
Compensation
... I kiss your hands, your lips, your eyes ...
Two Voices
... Such peace in the dim green brake as the town, save in dreams, knows never, ...
Via Amoris
... For by my side, crowned with Love's death-white rose, ...
Christmas Hymn
... Thy saints in heaven sing sweet and strong, ...
At Parting II
... Her flowers, her fruits, her lily, her rose and thorn, ...
A Dirge
... Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow, ...
Philosophy
... This pretty world of sun and grass and leaves ...
Invocation
... . . . Thou gavest Thy Son for the world, and shall I not give mine ...
The Ballad Of The White Lady
... He stirred, he spake: "These seven long years ...
The Moors
... Pines, torrents, rocks, and moors my heart loves best ...
The Way Of Love
... But when, through the noon's blind heat, ...
Special Pleading
... How gold the sun shines through the green! ...
