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.
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. - Sarah Helen Whitman
When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
- Sarah Helen Whitman
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home. - Sarah Helen Whitman
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
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 n… - Sarah Helen Whitman
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 n…
The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile. - Sarah Helen Whitman
The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.
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