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, A Still Day in Autumn, Stanza 6.
The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valorDefied all portents of impending doom.Sarah Helen Whitman
The aster greets us as we pass With her faint smile.Sarah Helen Whitman
Star of resplendent front! Thy glorious eyeShines on me still from out yon clouded sky.Sarah Helen Whitman
Enchantress of the stormy seas,Priestess of Night's high mysteries.Sarah Helen Whitman
The summer skies are darkly blue, the days are still and bright, and evening trails her robes of gold through the dim halls of night.Sarah Helen Whitman
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