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 bush 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 these dreamy days
    I know__for your heart is in tune 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 the whirling snow. 
 
We__you and I must bow to the frost,
    When our locks are white with its hoary 
        kiss; 
Our last rose scattered, its petals lost; 
    May our Indian Summer be calm__like this.

__Ellen P. Allerton.

Annabel and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(New York: John B. Alden, Publisher. 1885)
Pages 148-149

 
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