Poems by Edith Nesbit
At The Gate
... For God transfigures praise, and transmutes prayer, to power ...
Ebb-Tide
... NOW the vexed clouds, wind-driven, spread wings of white, ...
The Glow-Worm To Her Love
... Thine, thine should be the praise they give ...
The Charm
... Yet there's a charm, it would appear, ...
Song V
... And flower on flower blooms there and dies ...
The Magic Ring
... To make all that was splendid and wrong ...
The Spider Queen
... Hung o'er with webs through spacious bower and hall, ...
The Star
... And the world cried out, "We will crown him, he sings of the lights that are, ...
De Profundis
... Though a thousand serpent heads were raised to slay, ...
Values
... And the thorns may be sharper than death--who knows ...
The Garden
... "My plot," you said, "rich harvest yet shall give," ...
The Point Of View: II
... " II Then you drain the dark cup, and, half-drugged as you lie ...
The Temptation
... For here is ice no tears of yours, no smiles of yours can soften: ...
The Better Part
... And the thyme and Saint John's gold flower, ...
In The People's Park
... Swore it with kisses, swore it with tears: ...
