
A young woman flees into an enchanted garden where flowers and trees seem to have magical properties. The narrator follows her, sensing her unseen presence. The garden is filled with roses, lilies, and blossoming trees, and the sunlight seems to hold the memory of her footsteps. However, when the narrator finally catches up to the young woman and kisses her, the magic of the garden is shattered, leaving it wintry, dreary, and cold.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1907 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 169 words
OH, what a garden it was, living gold, living green, Full of enchantments like spices embalming the air, There, where you fled and I followed -- you ever unseen, Yet each glad pulse of me cried to my heart, "She is there!"
Roses and lilies and lilies and roses again, Tangle of leaves and white magic of blossoming trees, Sunlight that lay where, last moment, your footstep had lain -- Was not the garden enchanted that proffered me these?
Ah, what a garden it is since I caught you at last -- Scattered the magic and shattered the spell with a kiss: Wintry and dreary and cold with the wind of the past, Ah that a garden enchanted should wither to this!
The Enchanted Garden is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1907 CE.
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Fantasy · Children's Literature · Adventure · Magic · Garden · Mystery · Friendship · Family · Growing Up · Self-Discovery · Imagination · Exploration