Poetry of Kansas

Indian Summer.

Again the leaves come fluttering down,
    Slowly. silently, one by one,___
Scarlet, and crimson, and gold, and brown,___
    Willing to fall, for their work is done,
And once again comes the dreamy haze.
    Draping the hills with its filmy blue,
And veiling the sun. whose tender rays,
    With mellowed light come shimmering through.
Softly it rests on the sleeping lake
    'This filmy veil___and the distant shore.
Fringed with tangles of brush and brake.
    Shows a dim blue line and nothing more.
The winds are asleep, save now and then
    Some wandering breeze comes stealing by,
Softly rises, then sinks again.
    And dies away like an infant's sigh.
You feel the spell of those dreamy days
    I know___for your soul is in rune with mine.
You love the stillness, the tender haze:
    I know___for your thoughts with my own entwine.
But this dreamy calm, this solemn hush,
    The sleeping winds, and the mellow glow,
Only foretell the tempest's rush.
    The icy blast, and whirling snow.
We___you and I___must bow to the frost,
    When our locks are white with hoary kiss:
Our last rose scattered, its petals lost,
    May our indian summer be calm___like this.

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)
Pages 110-111

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