
The poem's narrator recounts a chance encounter with Margaret in a woodland setting at dawn. They exchange no words, but the narrator is drawn to her and they share a romantic moment. The narrator wonders if time will erase this joyful memory and whether they will be able to forget it without regret.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1905 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 167 words
It was about the time of day When all the lawns with dew are wet; I wandered down a steep wood-way, And there I met with Margaret -- Her hands were full of boughs of may.
It was the merest chance we met: I could not find a word to say, And she was silent too -- and yet For hand and lips I dared to pray -- And Margaret did not say me nay.
Still on my lips her kisses stay, Her eyes are like the violet; Will time take this joy, too, away, And ever teach me to forget -- And to forget without regret -- The dawn, the woods, and Margaret?
Morning is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edith Nesbit, dated 1905 CE.
This source record anchors work identity, reading entry points, and catalog context for checking claims about the work.
Fantasy · Children's Literature · Adventure · Magic · Imagination · Youth · Coming of Age · Friendship · Growth · Self-Discovery · Mystery · Supernatural