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Edith Nesbit - The AppealEdith Nesbit - The Appeal
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ALL summer-time you said: "Love has no need of shelter nor of kindness, For all the flowers take pity on his blindness,     And lead him to his scented rose-soft bed."     "He is a king," you said. "That I bow not the knee will never grieve him, For all the summer-palaces receive him."     But now Love has not where to lay his head.     "He is a god," you said. "His altars are wherever roses blossom." And summer made his altar of her bosom,     But now the altar is ungarlanded.     Take back the words you said: Out in the rain he shivers broken-hearted; Summer who bore him has with tears departed,     And o`er her grave he weeps uncomforted.     And you, for all you said, Would weep too, if when dawn stills the wind`s riot, You found him on your threshold, pale and quiet,     Clasped him at last, and found the child was dead.
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