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. In the People’s Park
2. Windflowers
3. The Day of Judgment
4. The Mother’s Prayer
5. The Despot

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

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