Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)

Wild Asters

IN THE spring I asked the daisies
    If his words were true, 
And the clever little daisies
    Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
    Bitter autumn blows, 
And of all the stupid asters
    Not one knows.

1. Dusk in War Time
2. Enough
3. Houses of Dreams
4. Riches
5. Joy

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