THE WILD ASTER 



SHE has twinkling eyes, wears a pale, pur- 

 ple cap, 



And dresses in green every day. 

 She lives by the wayside but never was known 



To tell what she hears people say. 



She laughs when raindrops come pattering 



down, 



And never complains of the heat ; 

 She can dance like a sylph when the breezes are 



light 

 Far better than folk with their feet. 



The butterflies say that the gay golden-rod 

 Is in love with her soft glancing ways : 



That explains why together they whisper and 



nod 

 Through all the long summer days. 



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