Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

The Whirligig of Time

   BEFORE your feet,
   My love, my sweet,
      Behold! your slave bows down;
   And in his hands
   From other lands
      Brings you another crown.

   For in far climes,
   In bygone times,
      Myself was royal too:
   Oh, I have been
   A king, my queen,
      Who am a slave for you!

1. St. Valentine's Day
2. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
3. As It Is
4. In the People’s Park
5. The Mother’s Prayer

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