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At Parting

Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know

That, Honour having bid you go,

Your honour, if your life be spent,

Shall have a costly monument.

This heart, that fire and roses is

Beneath the magic of your kiss,

Shall turn to marble if you die

And be your deathless effigy.

Edith Nesbit

A Farewell

Good-bye, good-bye; it is not hard to part!

You have my heart--the heart that leaps to hear

Your name called by an echo in a dream;

You have my soul that, like an untroubled stream,

Reflects your soul that leans so dear, so near -

Your heartbeats set the rhythm for my heart.

What more could Life give if we gave her leave

To give, and Life should give us leave to take?

Edith Nesbit

A Song Of Parting

DEDICATION

QUEEN of my Life, who gave me for my song

The richest crown a poet ever wore,

Since I have given you songs a whole year long,

Stoop, of your grace, and take this one song more.

It was upon a golden first June day

Edith Nesbit

A Song Of Trafalgar

LIKE an angry sun, like a splendid star,

War gleams down the long years' track;

They strain at the leash, the dogs of war,

And who shall hold them back?

"Let loose the pack: we are English bred,

We will meet them full and fair

With the flag of England over our head,

And his hand to keep it there!"

Edith Nesbit

After Sixty Years

RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar

Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer

Lift up your name. God bless you evermore,

Lady, who have the noblest crown to wear

That ever woman wore.

A jewel, in the front of time, shall blaze

This day, of all your days commemorate;

With Time's white bays your brows are laureate,

Edith Nesbit

As It Is

If you and I

Had wings to fly -

Great wings like seagulls' wings -

How would we soar

Above the roar

Of loud unneeded things!

We two would rise

Through changing skies

Edith Nesbit

Lullaby

SLEEP, sleep, my treasure,

The long day's pleasure

Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;

The garden still is

Alight with lilies,

But all the daisies are fast asleep.

Sleep, sleep, my darling,

Dawn wakes the starling,

Edith Nesbit

A Prayer For The King's Majesty

22nd January, 1901.

THE Queen is dead. God save the King,

In this his hour of grief,

When sorrow gathers memories in a sheaf

To lay them on his shoulders as he stands

Inheriting her glories and her lands--

First gain of his at which his Mother's voice

Has not been first to bless and to rejoice--

Edith Nesbit

A Comedy

MADAM, you bade me act a part,

A comedy of your devising--

Forbade me to consult my heart,

To be sincere--or compromising.

The play was not my own device,

My stage-struck youth lies far behind me;

And yet--I thought it would be nice

To play the part that you assigned me.

Edith Nesbit

Absolution

THREE months had passed since she had knelt before

The grate of the confessional, and he,

--The priest--had wondered why she came no more

To tell her sinless sins--the vanity

Whose valid reason graced her simple dress--

The prayers forgotten, or the untold beads--

The little thoughtless words, the slight misdeeds,

Which made the sum of her unrighteousness.

Edith Nesbit

A Life's Story

THE morning broke in a pearly haze,

Then the east grew duskly red:

'Oh, my only day, oh, my day of days,

To-day he will come,' I said.

As the sun climbed up in the clearer sky,

The mists fell down at his feet;

'There is sunshine too in my heart,' said I,

'For to-day is the day we meet;

Edith Nesbit

A Last Appeal

KNOWING our needs, hardly knowing our powers,

Hear how we cry to you, brothers of ours!--

Brothers in nature, pulse, passions, and pains,

Our sins in you, and your blood in our veins.

First in your palace, or last in our den,

Basest or best, we are all of us men!

Justice eternal cries out in our name,

What is the least common manhood can claim?

Edith Nesbit