Edith Nesbit

(15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924 / Kennington / Surrey / England)

Edith Nesbit Poems

1. The Prodigal's Return 4/19/2010
2. The Refusal 4/19/2010
3. The Sphinx 4/19/2010
4. The Star 4/19/2010
5. The Temptation 4/19/2010
6. The Touchstone 4/19/2010
7. The Treasure 4/19/2010
8. The Vain Spell 4/19/2010
9. The Vault--After Sedgmoor 4/19/2010
10. The Veil Of Maya 4/19/2010
11. The Way Of Love 4/19/2010
12. The Whirligig Of Time 4/19/2010
13. The Will To Live 4/19/2010
14. This Desirable Mansion 4/19/2010
15. Through The Wood 4/19/2010
16. To A Child 4/19/2010
17. To Her: In Time Of War 4/19/2010
18. To His Lady, 4/19/2010
19. To Hubert 4/19/2010
20. To Vera, Who Asked A Song 4/19/2010
21. Too Late 4/19/2010
22. Town And Country 4/19/2010
23. Trafalgar Day 4/19/2010
24. True Love And New Love 4/19/2010
25. Two Christmas Eves 4/19/2010
26. Two Voices 4/19/2010
27. To One Who Bade Him Work 4/19/2010
28. To One Who Pleaded For Candour In Love 4/19/2010
29. To Rosamund 4/19/2010
30. Until The Dawn 4/19/2010
31. Unofficial 4/19/2010
32. To Iris 4/19/2010
33. To His Lady 4/19/2010
34. To A Tulip-Bulb 4/19/2010
35. These Little Ones 4/19/2010
36. The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives 4/19/2010
37. The Spider Queen 4/19/2010
38. The Skylark 4/19/2010
39. The Return 4/19/2010
40. The Three Kings 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Edith Nesbit

The Choice

PLAGUE take the dull and dusty town,
Its paved and sordid mazes,
Now Spring has trimmed her pretty gown
With buttercups and daisies!


With half my heart I long to lie
Among the flowered grasses,
And hear the loving leaves that sigh
As their sweet Mistress passes.


Through picture-shows I make my way
While flower-crowned maids go maying,
And all the cultured things I say
That cultured folk are saying.


For I renounce Spring's darling face,
With may-bloom fresh upon it:
My Mistress lives in Grosvenor-place
And wears...

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The Despot

1 The garden mould was damp and chill,
2 Winter had had his brutal will
3 Since over all the year's content
4 His devastating legions went.

5 Then Spring's bright banners came: there woke
6 Millions of little growing folk
7 Who thrilled to know the winter done,
8 Gave thanks, and strove towards the sun.

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