WILD ASTERS - George Meredith Poems

 
 

Poems » george meredith » wild asters

WILD ASTERS
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.

       -