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Show INDIAN SUMMER. The dreamy air, braced into silent bliss By the first frost's invigorating kiss. Is spiced with blue wood-smoke, and redolent red-olent Of harvest-field a rich and lingering . scent: And drifting In the gold and purple haze That dims the sunshine of the autumn days. The vagrant cobwebs gleam like sliver threads. From grassy covert rabbits lift their heads And sit erect with wide, distended eye And quivering nostril, but to scurry by And hide within the hedge's thorny wall Where nervous little sparrow chirp and call. The larks upon the rusty fence-wire trill; "Bob White" from post-top sends his calling call-ing eh rill While, with her half-grown brood, his mate speeds down The road, or "whlr-r-rs" off to the meadow mead-ow brown: Across the stubble-field th hawks fly low. And curious "snake-doctors" come and go. A restful silence fills the odorous air, A wealth of peace and plenty everywhere. While drowsy Nature, brooding over all. Breathes low her rich, triumphant song of Fall. r James Courtney Challlss. From "Indian Summer and Other Poems." |