Poem by Edith Nesbit

Fear

IF you were here,
Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith would disappear,
Drowned in your eyes; and I should touch your hand,
Forgetting all that now I understand.
For you confuse my life with memories
Of unrememberable ecstasies
Which were, and are not, and can never be; . . .
Ah! keep the whole earth between you and me.

1. At Parting
2. The Day of Judgment
3. In Hospital
4. Prayer in Time of War
5. Invocation

Harold Crane Fear ("The host, he says that all is well")

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