Poems by Edith Nesbit
Gretna Green
... Where the blacksmith was waiting ...
After Sixty Years
... Come gifts from friends, not tributes wrung from slaves, ...
Too Late
... Flowers grew in sheaves and stars were shed in showers, ...
Prayer In Time Of War
... That our soft lives might gorge, full-fed, ...
Day And Night
... Lifts off Day's chains, and all night through ...
The December Rose
... What shuts sun out shuts out snow too ...
The Poet To His Love
... Still the wide sky guards their flight, and still the cage is bare ...
To His lady,
... I do not ask that you should spare them, sweet ...
At The Sound Of The Drum
... I will break the fighting line as you broke your plighted vow, ...
White Magic
... . .? This room the same to which she came ...
To A Tulip-Bulb
... A world where Winter's dead and Spring doth reign ...
Mummy Wheat
... Love--since Life parts us--lend my hand your hand ...
Possession
... That night the wind blew from the North, ...
The Enchanted Garden
... Sunlight that lay where, last moment, your footstep had lain-- ...
The Gray Folk
... And when night falls they will not go, ...
