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Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)


To Rosamund


AND it is fair and very fair
This maze of blossom and sweet air,
This drift of orchard snows,
This royal promise of the rose
Wherein your young eyes see
Such buds of scented joys to be.
A gay green garden, softly fanned
By the blythe breeze that blows
To speed your ship of dreams to the enchanted land.

But I--beyond the budding screen
Of green and red and white and green,
Behind the radiant show
Of things that cling and grow and glow
I see the plains where lie
The hopes of days gone by:
Gray breadths of melancholy, crossed
By winds that coldly blow
From that cold sea wherein my argosy is lost. 



Edith Nesbit's other poems:
  1. This Desirable Mansion
  2. The Spider Queen
  3. In Eclipse
  4. The Monk
  5. The Offering


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