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Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.
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The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.
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The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.
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When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away.
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