The Rainbow and the Rose

Although Edith Nesbit is best known for her innovative children's books and classic ghost stories, she was at heart a poet. She began writing poetry at the age of 14 and published over 20 volumes of poetry during her lifetime. Her poetry was praised by authors and poets such as Algernon Swinburne, Oscar Wilde, and literary critic, Andrew Lang. Although her timeless poetry is little read today, she still ranks at 323 of the top 500 poets.

By : E. Nesbit (1858 - 1924)

01 - Chapter 1: The Things That Matter; The Confession; Work; The Jilted Lover to His Mother; The Will to Live; and The Beatific Vision. 02 - Chapter 2: Mummy Wheat; The Beech Tree; In Absence; Silence; Raison D'Etre; Then Onlooker; The Tree of Knowledge; At Parting; Song; and Renunciation. 03 - Chapter 3: The Veil of Maya; Song; To Vera, Who Asked For a Song; The Poet to His Love; The Maiden's Prayer; Song; The Magic Flower; La Dernier Robe de Soi; The Least Possible; En Tout Cas; Appeal; St. Valentine's Day; Chagrin D'Amour; Bridal Eve; Love and Life; and From the Italian. 04 - Chapter 4: "Out of the Fulness of the Heart the Mouth Speaketh"; Summer Song; The Lower Room; Song; and May Song. 05 - Chapter 5: To Iris; To a Child (Rosamund); Birthday Talk for a Child (Iris); To Rosamund; From the Tuscan; and Mother Song. 06 - Chapter 6: The Island; Possession; Accession; The Destroyer; The Egoists; The Way of Love; To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love; The Enchanted Garden; The Poor Man's Guest; In the Shallows; "And the Rains Descended and the Floods Came"; and The Star. 07 - Chapter 7: The Prodigal Son; Despair; The Temptation; Second Nature; and De Profundis. 08 - Chapter 8: At the Gate; Via Amoris; Retro Sathanas; The Old Dispensation; The New Dispensation; and In Three Kings. 09 - Chapter 9: After Death; Chloe; Invocation; The Last Betrayal; A Prayer for the King's Majesty; True Love and New Love; Death; In Memory of Saretta Deakin; and A Parting.

THE THINGS THAT MATTER.

  NOW that I've nearly done my days,

  And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,

  I sit and think, till I'm amaze,

  About what lots of things I know:

  Things as I've found out one by one—

  And when I'm fast down in the clay,

  My knowing things and how they're done

  Will all be lost and thrown away.

  There's things, I know, as won't be lost,

  Things as folks write and talk about:

  The way to keep your roots from frost,

  And how to get your ink spots out.

  What medicine's good for sores and sprains,

  What way to salt your butter down,

  What charms will cure your different pains,

  And what will bright your faded gown.

  But more important things than these,

  They can't be written in a book:

  How fast to boil your greens and peas,

  And how good bacon ought to look;

  The feel of real good wearing stuff,

  The kind of apple as will keep,

  The look of bread that's rose enough,

  And how to get a child asleep.

  Whether the jam is fit to pot,

  Whether the milk is going to turn,

  Whether a hen will lay or not,

  Is things as some folks never learn.

  I know the weather by the sky,

  I know what herbs grow in what lane;

  And if sick men are going to die,

  Or if they'll get about again.

  Young wives come in, a-smiling, grave,

  With secrets that they itch to tell:

  I know what sort of times they'll have,

  And if they'll have a boy or gell.

  And if a lad is ill to bind,

  Or some young maid is hard to lead,

  I know when you should speak 'em kind,

  And when it's scolding as they need.

  I used to know where birds ud set,

  And likely spots for trout or hare,

  And God may want me to forget

  The way to set a line or snare;

  But not the way to truss a chick,

  To fry a fish, or baste a roast,

  Nor how to tell, when folks are sick,

  What kind of herb will ease them most!

  Forgetting seems such silly waste!

  I know so many little things,

  And now the Angels will make haste

  To dust it all away with wings!

  O God, you made me like to know,

  You kept the things straight in my head,

  Please God, if you can make it so,

  Let me know something when I'm dead.