Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Wild Asters

by Sara Teasdale

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WILD ASTERS

IN the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.