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Indian Summer(After completing a book for one now dead)William Ellery Leonard (O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done.) In the brown grasses slanting with the wind, Lone as a lad whose dog’s no longer near, Lone as a mother whose only child has sinned, Lone on the loved hill … and below me here The thistle-down in tremulous atmosphere Along red clusters of the sumach streams; The shrivelled stalks of golden-rod are sere, And crisp and white their flashing old racemes. (… forever … forever … forever …) This is the lonely season of the year, This is the season of our lonely dreams. (O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done!) The corn-shocks westward on the stubble plain Show like an Indian village of dead days; The long smoke trails behind the crawling train, And floats atop the distant woods ablaze With orange, crimson, purple. The low haze Dims the scarped bluffs above the inland sea, Whose wide and slaty waters in cold glaze Await yon full-moon of the night-to-be, (… far … and far … and far …) These are the solemn horizons of man’s ways, These are the horizons of solemn thought to me. (O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done!) And this the hill she visited, as friend; And this the hill she lingered on, as bride — Down in the yellow valley is the end: They laid her … in no evening autumn tide … Under fresh flowers of that May morn, beside The queens and cave-women of ancient earth …This is the hill … and over my city’s towers, Across the world from sunset, yonder in air, Shines, through its scaffoldings, a civic dome Of pilèd masonry, which shall be ours To give, completed, to our children there … And yonder far roof of my abandoned home Shall house new laughter … Yet I tried … I tried And, ever wistful of the doom to come, I built her many a fire for love … for mirth … (When snows were falling on our oaks outside, Dear, many a winter fire upon the hearth) … (… farewell … farewell … farewell …) We dare not think too long on those who died, While still so many yet must come to birth.
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William Ellery Leonard: Compensation
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- The Twelve Dancing Princesses
- Current Events This Week: January 2023
- African Americans by the Numbers
- Andersen’s Fairy Tales: Contents
- The Celtic Twilight: A Teller of Tales
