Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kiss me, kill me, love me, leave me,-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!
Appeal
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;
