When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and like a dream of beauty glides away. Sarah Helen Whitman More Quotes by Sarah Helen Whitman More Quotes From Sarah Helen Whitman The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile. Sarah Helen Whitman asters 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. Sarah Helen Whitman slumber shadow yellow 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. Sarah Helen Whitman shy home wind
