Sunday War Poet...

Edith Nesbit 

(1858 - 1924)

Spring In War-Time 

Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow

Lies along the lover’s lane

Where last year we used to go-

Where we shall not go again.

In the hedge the buds are new,

By our wood the violets peer-

Just like last year’s violets too,

But they have no scent this year.

Every bird has heart to sing

Of its nest, warmed by its breast;

We had heart to sing last spring,

But we never built our nest.

Presently red roses blown

Will make all the garden gay..

Not yet have the daisies grown

On your clay.

Edith Nesbit was an English author and poet. She wrote or collaborated on over 60 books for children although she is probably best remembered for her book The Railway Children which was published in 1906

 under the name of E. Nesbit.

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