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. The Death of Agnes
2. The Prodigal’s Return
3. The Last Defeat
4. The Point of View: I
5. Incompatibilities

Samuel Butler Fear ("There needs no other charm, nor conjurer")

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