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Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)


Villeggiature


My window, framed in pear-tree bloom,
White-curtained shone, and softly lighted:
So, by the pear-tree, to my room
Your ghost last night climbed uninvited.

Your solid self, long leagues away,
Deep in dull books, had hardly missed me;
And yet you found this Romeo's way,
And through the blossom climbed and kissed me.

I watched the still and dewy lawn,
The pear-tree boughs hung white above you;
I listened to you till the dawn,
And half forgot I did not love you.

Oh, dear! what pretty things you said,
What pearls of song you threaded for me!
I did not-till your ghost had fled-
Remember how you always bore me!



Edith Nesbit's other poems:
  1. The Home-Coming
  2. St. Valentine's Day
  3. The Last Defeat
  4. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
  5. The Death of Agnes


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