Winter

Winter by Edith Nesbit (1904)

The poem describes the arrival of winter, emphasizing its bleakness and coldness. It contrasts this with memories of a past time when the narrator was young and carefree, walking on a mild May day surrounded by hawthorn flowers with a loved one. The poem concludes by describing the narrator's current state, shivering by the fire as they reflect on their lost youth and faded desires.

By Edith Nesbit · First published 1904 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 125 words

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HOLD your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear.

Was there ever a day With hawthorn along the way Where you wandered in mild mid-May With your dear?

That was when you were young And the world was gold; Now all the songs are sung, The tales all told.

You shiver now by the fire Where the last red sparks expire; Dead are delight and desire: You are old.

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Fantasy · Children's Literature · Adventure · Magic · Winter · Seasonal Fiction · Classic · British Literature · Early 20th Century · Imagination · Whimsy · Youthful Protagonist

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