Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

(25 November 1875 – 15 August 1928 / Canada)

Indian Summer - Poem by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I HAVE strayed from silent places,
Where the days are dreaming always;
And fair summer lies a-dying,
Roses withered on her breast.
I have stolen all her beauty,
All her softness, all her sweetness;
In her robe of folden sunshine
I am drest.

I will breathe a mist about me
Lest you see my face too clearly,
Lest you follow me too boldly
I will silence every song.
Through the haze and through the silence
You will know that I am passing;
When you break the spell that holds you,
I am gone!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010



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