
The story is a nostalgic and melancholic reflection on childhood innocence and the fleeting nature of life. The narrator reminisces about walking in the woods as a child, surrounded by windflowers and hyacinths, and attempting to gather them, but ultimately failing to preserve their beauty.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1903 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 137 words
WHEN I was little and good I walked in the dappled wood Where light white windflowers grew, And hyacinths heavy and blue.
The windflowers fluttered light, Like butterflies white and bright; The bluebells tremulous stood Deep in the heart of the wood.
I gathered the white and the blue, The wild wet woodland through, With hands too silly and small To clasp and carry them all.
Some dropped from my hands and died By the home-road's grassy side; And those that my fond hands pressed Died even before the rest.
Windflowers is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1903 CE.
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Children's Fiction · Fantasy · Adventure · Romance · Coming-of-Age · Friendship · Family · Nature · Magic Realism · Imagination · Growing Up · Self-Discovery