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Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)


Maidenhood


THROUGH her fair world of blossoms fresh and bright,
    Veiled with her maiden innocence, she goes;
Not all the splendour of the waxing light
    She sees, nor all the colour of the rose;
And yet who knows what finer hues she sees,
    Hid by our wisdom from our longing eyes?
Who knows what light she sees in skies and seas
    Which is withholden from our seas and skies?


Shod with her youth the thorny paths she treads
    And feels not yet the treachery of the thorn,
Her crown of lilies still its perfume sheds
    Where Love, the thorny crown, not yet is borne.
Yet in the mystery of her peaceful way
    Who knows what fears beset her innocence,
Who, trembling, learns that thorns will wound some day,
    And wonders what thorns are, and why, and whence?



Edith Nesbit's other poems:
  1. The Whirligig of Time
  2. For Dolly Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons
  3. The December Rose
  4. The Fire
  5. Saturday Song


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Maidenhood ("Her heart is light, her fancy free")

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