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,
The sparrow stirs when he sees day break;
But all the meadow
Is wrapped in shadow,
And you must sleep till the daisies wake!
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;
