Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by MIRIAM DEL BANCO First Line: Through the boughs of em'rald green Last Line: Always stay. Subject(s): Indian Summer | ||||||||
Through the boughs of em'rald green Falls the light; And the sky's a sea of blue Flecked with white; And the flow'rets in their beds Nod and bend their dainty heads In delight. I am sitting where the beams Brightest fall, While I listen to the sweet Birdlings call. Softly does the ling'ring breeze Rock the leaflets of the trees Over all. Knee-deep in the limpid brook Stand the kine; In the light their sleek brown backs Softly shine; Slowly crop they grasses rank, And the vines that on the bank Upward twine. Hark! the singing in the fields Far away, Where the men are at their work Making hay; But the words come brokenly, For the breezes waft from me What they say. Through the woods the autumn's hand Paints the leaves; In the fields the reapers bind Golden sheaves; While the purple clusters glow Where the vines swing to and to 'Neath the eaves. Soon will all these radiant hues Fade away, For their splendor is the mark Of decay; Soon will Indian summer wane, Though our hearts would bid it fain Always stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE INDIAN SUMMER by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD INDIAN SUMMER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN A DREAM OF LIFE by MIRIAM DEL BANCO A FLOW'RET IN THE GARLAND; FOR OUT GREAT CENTENARIAN by MIRIAM DEL BANCO |
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