The Autumn wood the aster knows,
The empty nest, the wind that grieves,
The sunlight breaking thro' read more

The Autumn wood the aster knows,
The empty nest, the wind that grieves,
The sunlight breaking thro' the shade,
The squirrel chattering overhead,
The timid rabbits lighter tread
Among the rustling leaves.

Chide me not, laborious band!
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
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Chide me not, laborious band!
For the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand
Goes home loaded with a thought.