Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart
The hope and bright desire of morn and May.
My eyes are full of shadow, and my part
Of life is yesterday.
Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit
And see your life unfolding like a scroll,
Rich with illuminated blazon, fit
For your arm-bearing soul.
My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight,
Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown
Proclaims that when 'twas splendid in the light
Its blazon matched your own.
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…
View profile & all 35 Poems / StoriesNow the sprinkled blackthorn snowLies along the lover s lane
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom,Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed loam,
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;
The snow is white on wood and wold,The wind is in the firs,
Among his books he sits all dayTo think and read and write;
