The aster and the goldenrod Are waving for my eye; The broad, green meadows of the hill Are spread beneath the sky.
And here the daisies frolic round Beneath the sunlit breeze, And in the river’s peaceful sound I find a sweet reprise.
- Roger Fry
The aster and the goldenrod Are waving for my eye; The broad, green meadows of the hill Are spread beneath the sky.
And here the daisies frolic round Beneath the sunlit breeze, And in the river’s peaceful sound I find a sweet reprise.