| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | The Indian Summer | | By Henry Theodore Tuckerman (1813–1871) |
| | | THE FEW sere leaves that to the branches cling, | |
| Fall not to-day, so light the zephyr’s breath; | |
| O’er Autumn’s sleep now plays the breeze of Spring, | |
| Like love’s warm kiss upon the brow of death: | |
| Serene the firmament, save where a haze | 5 |
| Of dreamy softness floats upon the air, | |
| Or a bright cloud of amber seems to gaze | |
| In wild surprise upon the meadows bare: | |
| Summer revives, and, like a tender strain | |
| Borne on the night-breeze to the wandering ear, | 10 |
| With tender sighs melts Winter’s frosty chain, | |
| And smiles once more upon the dying year: | |
| Thus when we deem Time’s frost has chilled the heart, | |
| At Love’s sweet call its languid pulses start. | | | | |
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