<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539867" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Along the line of smoky hills<br>The crimson forest stands,<br>And all the day the blue-jay calls<br>Throughout the autumn lands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now by the brook the maple leans<br>With all his glory spread,<br>And all the sumachs on the hills<br>Have turned their green to red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now by great marshes wrapt in mist,<br>Or past some river's mouth,<br>Throughout the long, still autumn day<br>Wild birds are flying south.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><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=539867" data-title="Indian Summer de William Wilfred Campbell" data-description="Along the line of smoky hills The crimson forest stands, And all the day the blue-jay calls Throughout the autumn lands. Now by the brook the maple leans With all his glory spread, And all the sumachs on the hills Have turned their green to red. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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