The Michaelmas Daisy.
Reading edition
I am very pale and dim,
With my faint and bluish rim,
Standing on my narrow stalk,
By the litter’d gravel walk,
And the wither’d leaves aloft,
Fall upon me very oft.
But I show my lonely head,
When the other flow’rs are dead,
And you’re even glad to spy,
Such a homely thing as I;
For I seem to smile and say,
“Summer is not quite away.”
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