Explore "The Vain Spell" by Edith Nesbit on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The house sleeps dark and the moon wakes white, / The fields are alight with dew; / "Oh, will you not come to me, Love, to-night? / I have waited the whole night through, / For I knew, / O Heart of my heart, I knew by my heart, / That the night of all nights is this, / When elm shall crack and lead shall part, / When moulds shall sunder and shot bolts start / To let you through to my kiss."
So spake she alone in the lonely house.