Indian Summer - Sara Teasdale

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Indian Summer - Sara Teasdale

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Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects Ceaseless, insistent The grasshopper's horn, and far off, high in the maples The wheel of a locust slowly grinding the silence Under a moon waning and warn and broken Tired with summer Let me remember you, voices of little insects Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters Let mе remember you, soon thе winter will be on us Snow-hushed and heartless Over my soul murmur your mute benediction While I gaze, oh fields that rest after harvest As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to Lest they forget them

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  • Sara Teasdale