John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Indian Summer - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

'Tis said, in death, upon the face
Of Age, a momentary trace
Of Infancy's returning grace
Forestalls decay;

And here, in Autumn's dusky reign,
A birth of blossom seems again
To flush the woodland's fading train
With dreams of May.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010

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