|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,|
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear.
Bryant.Death of the Flowers.
| Lands will be lit|
With every autumns blaze of Golden Rod,
And purple Asters everywhere will nod
And bend and wave and flit.
Helen Hunt.Asters and Golden Rod.
| To her bier|
Comes the year,
Not with weeping and distress, as mortals do,
But to guide her way to it
All the trees have torches lit.
Lucy Larcom.The Indian Summer.
|The tints of autumna mighty flower-garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, Frost.|