Daphnis dearest, wherefore weave me
Webs of lies lest truth should grieve me?
I could pardon much, believe me:
Dower me, Daphnis, or bereave me,
Kill me, kill me, love me, leave me-
Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me!

(C) E. (edith) Nesbit
01/01/2000


Best Poems of E. (Edith) Nesbit

• In The Peoples Park
• At The Gate
• May Song
• The Champion
• A Farewell
• The Lower Room
• Chloe
• The Prodigal Son
• To Iris
• Values
• At Parting
• As It Is
• The Gift Of Life
• In Age
• Windflowers
• Magic
• The Nest
• Work
• Age To Youth
• Before Winter
• At The Last