Author John Banister Tabb The aster puts its purple on When flowers begin to fall, To suit the solemn antiphon Of Autumn's ritual; And deigns, unwearied, to stand In robes pontifical, Till Indian Summer leaves the land, And Winter spreads the pall. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments