
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
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.
Winter is listed on Textopian as a short story by Edith Nesbit, dated 1904 CE.
This source record anchors work identity, reading entry points, and catalog context for checking claims about the work.
Fantasy · Children's Literature · Adventure · Magic · Winter · Seasonal Fiction · Classic · British Literature · Early 20th Century · Imagination · Whimsy · Youthful Protagonist