English Poetry. Henry Van Dyke. Indian Summer. Генри Ван Дайк.

Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

Indian Summer

A soft veil dims the tender skies,
And half conceals from pensive eyes
The bronzing tokens of the fall;
A calmness broods upon the hills,
And summer’s parting dream distills
A charm of silence over all.

The stacks of corn, in brown array,
Stand waiting through the placid day,
Like tattered wigwams on the plain;
The tribes that find a shelter there
Are phantom peoples, forms of air,
And ghosts of vanished joy and pain.

At evening when the crimson crest
Of sunset passes down the West,
I hear the whispering host returning;
On far-off fields, by elm and oak,
I see the lights, I smell the smoke,--
The Camp-fires of the Past are burning.

Henry Van Dyke’s other poems:

1. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
2. The Wind of Sorrow
3. Spring in the South
4. Patria
5. Nepenthe

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Hamlin Garland (Гэмлин Гарленд) Indian Summer (“AT last there came”)

Lydia Sigourney (Лидия Сигурни) Indian Summer (“WHEN was the redman’s summer?”)

John Tabb (Джон Табб) Indian Summer (“NO more the battle or the chase”)

Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл) Indian Summer (“LYRIC night of the lingering Indian summer”)

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

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