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1858–1924

POEM: THE GIFT OF LIFE

Edith Nesbit

Life is a night all dark and wild, Yet still stars shine: This moment is a star, my child - Your star and mine.

Life is a desert dry and drear, Undewed, unblest; This hour is an oasis, dear; Here let us rest.

Life is a sea of windy spray, Cold, fierce and free: An isle enchanted is to-day For you and me.

Forget night, sea, and desert: take The gift supreme, And, of life's brief relenting, make A deathless dream.

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