 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
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FIELD ASTERS
Like the stars in commons blue
Peep their namesakes, Asters here,
Wild ones every autumn seen—
Seen of all, arresting few.
Peep their namesakes, Asters here,
Wild ones every autumn seen—
Seen of all, arresting few.
Seen indeed. But who their cheer
Interpret may, or what they mean
When so inscrutably their eyes
Us star-gazers scrutinize.
Interpret may, or what they mean
When so inscrutably their eyes
Us star-gazers scrutinize.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |