
The poem's speaker describes feeling trapped and uninspired by the mundane demands of making a living, with their creative spark stifled by the need to earn money. However, the arrival of a book from the addressee brings back a sense of wonder and beauty, reminiscent of a flowering May, and the speaker feels indebted to the sender for reviving their dreams and delights.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1913 · Genre: Poetry, Victorian Literature, Biographical · 144 words
Dream and delight had passed away, / Their springs dried by the dusty day, / And sordid fetters bound me tight, / Forged for poor song by money-might; / I writhed, and could not get away.
There might have been no flowering may / In all the world -- life looked so gray / With dust of railways, choking quite / Dream and delight.
When, lo! your white book came my way, / With scent of honey-buds and hay, / Starshine and day-dawns pure and bright, / The rose blood-red, the may moon-white.
I owe you -- would I could repay -- / Dream and delight.
Rondeau. To W. E. Henley is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edith Nesbit, dated 1913 CE.
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Poetry · Literary · Victorian Era · British Literature · Female Author · Dedication · Tribute · Friendship · Appreciation · Respect · Admiration · Inspirational