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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by MARGARET SHERWOOD First Line: Faint blue the distant hills before Last Line: Fall of a leaf against the blue. Subject(s): Indian Summer; Universities & Colleges - Faculty; Wellesley College | |||
FAINT blue the distant hills before, Yellow the harvest lands behind; Wayfarers we upon the path The thistledown goes out to find. On naked branch and empty nest, The woodland's blended gold and red, Dim glory lies which autumn shares With faces of the newly dead. Tender this moment of the year To eyes that seek and feet that roam; It is the lifting of the latch, A footstep on the flags of home. Now may the peace of withered grass And goldenrod abide with you; Abide with me -- for what is death? Fall of a leaf against the blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON CATHERINE BRESHKOVSKY AT WELLESLEY (FEBRUARY 19, 1919) by MARGARET SHERWOOD |
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