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ASTERS.
Hued like the wild-grapes in their yellowing bowers,
Like these, though children of no fervid skies,
You wear the deep rich color of hot Julys,
Of days when cattle pant, when blue storm lowers.
But now in mellow lulls of dreamy hours,
Or when to a random bourne the red leaf flies,
Your stars in delicate clusters gently rise
On autumn's lovely firmament of flowers!
Like these, though children of no fervid skies,
You wear the deep rich color of hot Julys,
Of days when cattle pant, when blue storm lowers.
But now in mellow lulls of dreamy hours,
Or when to a random bourne the red leaf flies,
Your stars in delicate clusters gently rise
On autumn's lovely firmament of flowers!
You are bathed in dying summer's purple haze,
Yet winds of rigor to your blooms are dear,
And silvery glimmers of cold sunset lights;
And where you group in sweet fortuitous ways,
To watch your feathery beauty is to hear
The crickets pleading in the sharp moist nights!
Yet winds of rigor to your blooms are dear,
And silvery glimmers of cold sunset lights;
And where you group in sweet fortuitous ways,
To watch your feathery beauty is to hear
The crickets pleading in the sharp moist nights!
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