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Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)


This Desirable Mansion


THE long white windows blankly stare
    Across the sodden, tangled grass,
Weed-covered are the pathways where
    No footsteps ever pass;
No whispers wake, no kisses die,
    No laughter thrills the dwindling flowers,
Only the night hears sigh on sigh
    From ghosts of long-dead hours.


None come here now to laugh or weep;
    The spider spins on stair and hall,
And round the windows shadows creep,
    And loathly creatures crawl.
Cold is the hearth; the door is fast;
    No guest the silent threshold sees
Save ghosts out of the happy past,--
    And one who is as these.



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


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