Poems by Edith Nesbit
Evening Prayer
... Whose altars struck their roots in flame and blood, ...
The Lower Room
... Whose gathering once was sweet-- ...
Town And Country
... And town--by Spring's soft breath caressed-- ...
New Year
... You, through me, found life worth living, ...
The New Dispensation
... Within are still, chill aisles and blazoned panes ...
The Daisies
... There are neat little beds of geraniums and fuchsia ...
The Claim
... That though such gifts can never move you, ...
