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Poem by Edith Nesbit


Windflowers


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.



Edith Nesbit


Edith Nesbit's other poems:
  1. Love and Knowledge
  2. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love
  3. A Last Appeal
  4. The Touchstone
  5. The Stolen God


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