
The story is about a narrator who experiences two contrasting seasons: eternal summer and perpetual winter. In the summer, the narrator is surrounded by beauty and life, with vivid descriptions of flowers, trees, and warm sunshine. They feel carefree and loving, eventually drifting into sleep. However, this peaceful scene is revealed to be just a dream, as the narrator wakes up to find themselves in a harsh winter landscape. In this bleak world, they are lonely, cold, and struggling to survive, wishing for death. Again, this desolate scene is revealed to be just a dream, as the narrator falls asleep once more, with summer being the dream this time.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1909 · Genre: Fantasy, Children's Literature, Adventure · 281 words
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THERE was never winter, summer only: roses, Pink and white and red, Shining down the warm rich garden closes; Quiet trees and lawns of dappled shadow, Silver lilies, whisper of mignonette, Cloth-of-gold of buttercups outspread; Good gold sun that kissed me when we met, Shadows of floating clouds on sunny meadow.
In the hay-field, scented, grey, Loving life and love, I lay; By fresh airs blown, drifted into sleep; Slept and dreamed there. Winter was the dream.
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The Point of View: I is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1909 CE.
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