|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Chide me not, laborious band!|
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.
|The Autumn wood the aster knows,|
The empty nest, the wind that grieves,
The sunlight breaking thro the shade,
The squirrel chattering overhead,
The timid rabbits lighter tread
Among the rustling leaves.
Dora Read GoodaleAsters.
|The aster greets us as we pass|
With her faint smile.
Sarah Helen WhitmanA Day of the Indian Summer. L. 35.