<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115333" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O sweet, sad autumn of the waning year,<br> Though in thy bowers the roses all lie dead,<br> And from thy woods the song of birds has fled,<br> And winter, stern and cold, is hovering near;<br> Yet from thy presence breathes a holy calm.<br> The fervid heats, the lightning storms, all past,<br> A tender light o'er earth and sky is cast,<br> And all thy solemn voices chant a psalm.<br> Oh, Indian Summer, autumn of the soul,<br> That no returning Spring shall visit more,<br> Though all thy rose-hued morning dreams are o'er,<br> And phantoms dread stand threat'ning at the goal,<br> Yet are these days dear as e'en Summer knew;<br> These Sibylline leaves of life, so precious, since so few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115333" data-title="Indian summer de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="O sweet, sad autumn of the waning year,/ Though in thy bowers the roses all lie dead,/ And from thy woods the song of birds has fled,/ And winter, stern and cold, is hovering near;/ Yet from thy presence breathes a holy calm./ The fervid heat..."></div> </div> </div>

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