Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by HENRY VAN DYKE Poet's Biography First Line: A silken curtain veils the skies Last Line: The camp-fires of the past are burning. Alternate Author Name(s): Civis Americanus Subject(s): Indian Summer | ||||||||
A SILKEN curtain veils the skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills, And summer's parting dream distils A charm of silence over all. The stacks of corn, in brown array, Stand waiting through the tranquil day, Like tattered wigwams on the plain; The tribes that find a shelter there Are phantom peoples, forms of air, And ghosts of vanished joy and pain. At evening when the crimson crest Of sunset passes down the West, I hear the whispering host returning; On far-off fields, by elm and oak, I see the lights, I smell the smoke, -- The Camp-fires of the Past are burning. | 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 LITTLE BOATIE'; A SLUMBER SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN'S CHILD by HENRY VAN DYKE |
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