As It Is Poem by Edith Nesbit

As It Is

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If you and I
Had wings to fly -
Great wings like seagulls' wings -
How would we soar
Above the roar
Of loud unneeded things!

We two would rise
Through changing skies
To blue unclouded space,
And undismayed
And unafraid
Meet the sun face to face.

But wings we know not;
The feathers grow not
To carry us so high;
And low in the gloom
Of a little room
We weep and say good-bye.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 06 March 2017

Touching poem, may be, displaying depression in the aftermath of parting.

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Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit

Kennington / Surrey / England
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