Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, INDIAN SUMMER, by HENRY VAN DYKE



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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.





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