John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

Indian Summer

NO more the battle or the chase
   The phantom tribes pursue,
But each in its accustomed place
   The Autumn hails anew:
And still from solemn councils set
   On every hill and plain,
The smoke of many a calumet*
   Ascends to heaven again.

* [Amer. indian peace pipe]

1. Foot-Soldiers
2. The Baby's Star
3. The Bluebird
4. The Woodpecker
5. The Pleiads

Katharine Tynan (Кэтрин Тайнен) Indian Summer ("This is the sign!")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1762

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