Poems by Edith Nesbit
Children's Playground In The City
... In the cause you died for--the work you have done ...
The Fire
... * * * The hay was stacked, the fruit was picked, the hops were dry and ...
The Pedlar
... He has blue eyes--you'll know him by,-- ...
Seed-Time And Harvest
... And flags push up their sword-blades fine: ...
The Destroyer
... My fields were green, their hedges white with May, ...
From The Tuscan
... Gold trees, gold blossoms, golden boughs and leaves, ...
A Kentish Garden
... The tossed trees show the white side of their leaves, ...
The Lost Embassy
... Where, witched from his kingdom, the poor Prince lay-- ...
Out Of The Fulness Of The Heart The Mouth Speaketh
... Songs of the leaves in the sunlight, songs of the fern-brake in shadow, ...
Saturday Song
... Oh! the snap in her eyes--and her smiles and her sighs ...
Medway Song
... The stream that flows, the boat that goes-- ...
A Brown Study
... But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown ...
Ghosts
... . . . Vain! From heaven itself my soul would plain: ...
The Prodigal Son
... You have known the worst, come home to the best-- ...
Surrender II
... But one of these nights, a wild, late night, ...
