Question

a short poems of Edith nesbit​

Answer 1

Answer:

A brown study

LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,

   Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,

Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,

   All the pale dreamy things they find fair;

Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,

   The whir of brown wings through the wheat,

The rush of brown hares through the clover,

   And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!