Poems by Edith Nesbit
The Last Act
... For the kiss would burn and the tear would hiss ...
Entreaty
... Between us still the drawn sword flameth fair-- ...
The Last Defeat
... And these, with life, I yield, ...
The Nest
... Since she finds in this world of grass ...
Faith II
... Rose from some weed-grown wayside grave, ...
Lover's Quarrels
... Each little thorn that pricks these present hours ...
To Hubert
... And choose the loveliest gifts for you, from me ...
Mary Of Magdala
... But the thought of the child that sin has given ...
When!
... Come back, lost youth! Ah, Fate, that one gift give! ...
Renunciation
... Thou can'st not know how sweet thou art, ...
The Home-Coming
... That this, our house, still, still is yours ...
Vies Manquees
... This year we hear the birds' glad strain, ...
Song IV
... That calls for sunshine, dear, as my soul calls for thee ...
A Comedy
... Of what might move, and what has moved you-- ...
A Song Of Parting
... V In that far land where myrtles dream of love, ...
