Poems by Edith Nesbit
Out Of Hope
... Where the wet stone reflects the flickering gas, ...
Gratitude
... When it should have fawned on the hand that fed, ...
The Ghost
... My heart with the old hope flowers fair-- ...
The Old Dispensation
... Who feedest with blood and tears ...
The Gift Of Life
... And, of life's brief relenting, make ...
Tekel
... Once more flower-crowned, love-thrilled, wine-warmed, and see ...
Age To Youth
... My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight, ...
The Mother's Prayer
... We have watched on till the light burned low, ...
Microcosm
... That should be which could not be ...
A Parting
... I was yours For the love in life that loves while life endures, ...
Winter
... Where you wandered in mild mid-May ...
Bridal Eve
... GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Heart, good-night-- ...
A Last Appeal
... If our wage were more certain, your vices less sure-- ...
The Adventurer
... . ." She smiled pale scorn: "My heart!" she said, ...
Questions
... Each one lies down in her white nightgown ...
