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The Autumn wood the aster knows,Among the rustling leaves.
— Dora Read Goodale
The Autumn wood the aster knows,Among the rustling leaves.
And in the woods a fragrance rareWe see their blossoms sweet and red.
Whence is yonder flower so strangely bright?Hot, alive, amid the falling night.
Crimson clover I discover Coming with the May!
I love the fair lilies and roses so gay,The harebell blooms modest and tender.
All the woodland path is broken Blue hepatica!
