Goldenrod.
Reading edition
O, Goldenrod, bright goldenrod! It fringes all the wayside hedges, And makes the forest mantle rich With lovely tasseled edges. It lights with sunshine of its own Each dark, neglected dingle, And links itself with memories of The cheery, old-time ingle. Despite the summer’s burning drought, It blooms profuse and bright as ever, And where spring fountains rippled forth With laughter to the river, It kisses now their parching lips To woo their music mellow, And wreaths our dying flowers with An aureole of yellow. It gaily lifts its nodding plumes Above decay’s inceptive traces, And hides beneath its cloth-of-gold The season’s fading graces. Bright goldenrod! ’tis autumn’s crown And summer’s sunset glory— Each blooming-time is new with joy As Love’s old charming story.
