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Poem by Edith Nesbit


Spring in War-Time


Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow
Lies along the lovers lane
Where last year we used to go-
Where we shall not go again.

In the hedge the buds are new,
By our wood the violets peer-
Just like last years violets too,
But they have no scent this year.

Every bird has heart to sing
Of its nest, warmed by its breast;
We had heart to sing last spring,
But we never built our nest.

Presently red roses blown
Will make all the garden gay..
Not yet have the daisies grown
On your clay.



                      Edith Nesbit


Edith Nesbit's other poems:
  1. This Desirable Mansion
  2. To Vera, who Asked a Song
  3. The Spider Queen
  4. The Fields of Flanders
  5. Out of Hope


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