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Spring In War-time Post by :Bruce_Springste Category :Poems Author :Edith Nesbit Date :August 2011 Read :811

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Spring In War-time

Now the sprinkled blackthorn snow
Lies along the lovers' 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.

1916.


(The end)
Edith Nesbit's poem: Spring In War-Time

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