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IV.—Asters and Goldenrods.
Summer, the dying queen, lay still,
And felt her weary heart grow chill
With death's long lingering blight.
There, at brief distance from her gaze,
Two common weeds upreared their sprays
In the sad sinking light.
And felt her weary heart grow chill
With death's long lingering blight.
There, at brief distance from her gaze,
Two common weeds upreared their sprays
In the sad sinking light.
Two wayside weeds that only knew
Those kind endearments that the dew
The rain, the sunshine, make;
And though they looked of differing leaves,
Yet each was fraught with fragile sheaves
Whose buds erelong would break.
Those kind endearments that the dew
The rain, the sunshine, make;
And though they looked of differing leaves,
Yet each was fraught with fragile sheaves
Whose buds erelong would break.
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Then the pale queen, in thankful pride,
Blessed these poor wildflowers ere she died,
And said to them: “Behold,
Henceforth while here on earth ye live,
To one my purple robe I give,
To one my crown of gold!”
Blessed these poor wildflowers ere she died,
And said to them: “Behold,
Henceforth while here on earth ye live,
To one my purple robe I give,
To one my crown of gold!”
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