
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