perished long ago, 
And the brier-rose and the orchis 
died amid the summer 
glow. 
But on the hill the goldenrod, 
and the aster in the wood, 
And the yellow sunflower 
by the brook in au- 
tumn beauty stood. 
Till fell the frost 
from the clear 
cold heaven, 
as falls the © 
plague on 
e, 
why 
ae 
ha 
41 
sae 
men, 
And_ the | bright- 
j ness oi their 
LE 
As 
oa 
oe 
a 
smile was 
gone, from — 
upland, 
glade, and glen. 
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 
The wind flower and the violet, they 
