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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: 1240 Views |
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