Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Wild Asters

by Sara Teasdale

For other versions of this work, see Wild Asters.

 

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.