ASTERS AND GOLDEN ROD.
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ASTERS AND GOLDEN ROD.
KNOW the lands are lit
With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;
And everywhere the Purple Asters nod
And bend and wave and flit.
With all the autumn blaze of Golden Rod;
And everywhere the Purple Asters nod
And bend and wave and flit.
But when the names I hear,
I never picture how their pageant lies
Spread out in tender stateliness of guise,
The fairest of the year.
I never picture how their pageant lies
Spread out in tender stateliness of guise,
The fairest of the year.
I only see one nook,
A wooded nook—half sun, half shade—
Where one I love his footsteps sudden stayed,
And whispered, "Darling, look!"
A wooded nook—half sun, half shade—
Where one I love his footsteps sudden stayed,
And whispered, "Darling, look!"
Two oak leaves, vivid green,
Hung low among the ferns, and parted wide;
While purple Aster Stars, close side by side,
Like faces peered between.
Hung low among the ferns, and parted wide;
While purple Aster Stars, close side by side,
Like faces peered between.
Like maiden faces set
In vine-wreathed window, waiting shy and glad
For joys whose dim, mysterious promise had
But promise been, as yet.
In vine-wreathed window, waiting shy and glad
For joys whose dim, mysterious promise had
But promise been, as yet.
And, like proud lovers bent,
In regal courtesy, as kings might woo,
Tall Golden Rods, bareheaded in the dew,
Above the Asters leant.
In regal courtesy, as kings might woo,
Tall Golden Rods, bareheaded in the dew,
Above the Asters leant.