
The narrator lies in a darkened room in London, feeling weary and heavy-hearted, longing for their village in Kent where the cherry orchards are in bloom. They're told they will die soon, but they're tired of life's noise and want to see their village one last time before passing away, seeking comfort in the familiar sights of their childhood home.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1916 · Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Romance · 168 words
It's weary lying here, While my throbbing forehead echoes all the hum of London near, And oh! my heart is heavy, in this dull and darkened room, When I think about our village, where the orchards are in bloom -- Our little red-roofed village, where the cherry orchards are -- So far away, so far!
They say that I shall die -- And I'm tired, and life is noisy, and the good days have gone by: But oh! my red-roofed village -- I should die with more content Could I see again your gables, and the orchard slopes of Kent, And the eyes that look out vainly, from a rose-wreathed cottage door, For one who comes no more.
The Last Thought is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1916 CE.
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Fantasy · Short Story · Philosophical · Psychological Fiction · Mystery · Supernatural · Death · Afterlife · Reincarnation · Spiritualism · Occult · Esoteric