E. (edith) Nesbit Work Poems

  • 1.
    When I am busying about,
    Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
    Hanging the week's wet washing out
    Or ironing the children's things,
    ...
  • 2.
    You needn't pray for me, old lady, I don't want no one's prayer,
    I'm fit and jolly as ever I was-you needn't think I care.
    When I go whistling down the road, when the warm night is falling,
    She needn't think I'm whistling her, it's another girl I'm calling.
    ...
  • 3.
    There is a garden made for our delight,
    Where all the dreams we dare not dream come true.
    I know it, but I do not know the way.
    We slip and tumble in the doubtful night,
    ...
  • 4.
    If Jesus came to London,
    Came to London to-day,
    He would not go to the West End,
    He would come down our way;
    ...
  • 5.
    It's all for nothing: I've lost him now.
    I suppose it had to be;
    But oh, I never thought it of him,
    Nor he never thought it of me.
    ...
  • 6.
    Who Died on October 25th, 1899.


    There was a day,
    ...
  • 7.
    You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,
    Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;
    You see the gnomes, at work beneath the mountain,
    Make gold and silver and diamonds every day;
    ...
  • 8.
    The monastery towers, as pure and fair
    As virgin vows, reached up white hands to Heaven;
    The walls, to guard the hidden heart of prayer,
    Were strong as sin, and white as sin forgiven;
    ...
Total 8 Work Poems by E. (edith) Nesbit

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