And still the aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile, - among the withered grass Beside the way, lingering as loath of heart, Like me, from these sweet solitudes to part.


Hours of Life and Other Poems, A Day of the Indian Summer, George H. Whitney. 1853

Sarah Helen Whitman Quotes

And still the aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile, - among the withered grass Beside the way, lingering as loath of heart, Like me, from...

And still the aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile, - among the withered grass Beside the way, lingering as loath of heart, Like me, from...

And still the aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile, - among the withered grass Beside the way, lingering as loath of heart, Like me, from...

And still the aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile, - among the withered grass Beside the way, lingering as loath of heart, Like me, from...