Edith Nesbit – Lady Book Dragon

Spring Song All winter through I sat alone, Doors barred and windows shuttered fast, And listened to the wind's faint moan moan, And ghostly mutterings of the past; And in the pauses of the rain, Mid whispers of dead sorrow and sin, Love tapped upon the window pane: I had no heart to let him in. But now, with spring, my doors stand wide; My windows let delight creep through; I hear the skylark sing outside; I see the crocus, golden new. The pigeons on my window-sill, Winging and wooing, flirt and flout,- Now Love must enter if he will, I have no heart to keep him out. Edith Nesbit

Hello!

Happy Friday!

My chosen poem this week is by the poet and author Edith Nesbit (1858-1924).

Child's Song in Spring

The Silver Birch is a dainty lady, 
She wears a satin gown;
The elm tree makes the old churchyard shady,
She will not live in town.

The English oak is a sturdy fellow,
He gets his green coat late;
The willow is smart in a suit of yellow
While brown the beech trees wait. 

Such a gay green gown God gives the larches -
As green as he is good!
The hazels hold up their arms for arches,
When spring rides through the wood.

The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty,
The poplar's gentle and tall,
But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - 
I love him best of all!

Edith Nesbit

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