A Parting II
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep
To chill the still bed where you lie asleep;
No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity
Of the great silence where God lets you lie.
I will not tease your grave with flower or stone;
You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone.
And even the kisses that my lips must lay
Upon the mould of the triumphant clay
Shall be so soft--like those a mother lays
Upon her sleeping baby's little face--
You will not feel my kisses, will not hear;
You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear!
But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry,
"Ah, make a little place where I can lie!"
And half awakened, you will feel me creep
Into the folds of your familiar sleep,
And draw them round us, with a tender moan,
"How could you let me sleep so long alone?"
A Parting II
About the poet
E. Nesbit
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on more than 60 books of children's literature. She was also a pol…
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Spring In War-Time
Now the sprinkled blackthorn snowLies along the lover s lane
England
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom,Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed loam,
The Fields Of Flanders
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;
The Kiss
The snow is white on wood and wold,The wind is in the firs,
A Tragedy
Among his books he sits all dayTo think and read and write;
