John Banister Tabb

1845-1909

 

Indian Summer

by John Banister 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.

Source:

Poems
Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston
 
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