Sarah Helen Power Whitman ( 2 of 2 )
The aster greets us as we pass
With her faint smile.
The aster greets us as we pass
With her faint smile.
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded read more
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow,
Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground,
With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow
The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.
