Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter autumn blows, And of all the stupid asters Not one knows.
Sara Teasdale
In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren, Bitter autumn blows, And of all the stupid asters Not one knows.
In spring, the speaker asks daisies whether a lover’s words were true, and she trusts their answer: the daisies are “clever, clear-eyed” and seem to know. By autumn, everything has changed.
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