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Collected poems by Vachel Lindsay

revised and illustrated edition

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INDIAN SUMMER.

LITTLE LEAVES ARE BURNING IN THE STREET:
AND LITTLE FLAMES LIE HEARTS UPON THEM BEAT.
THE SMOKE GOES HIGH ABOVE THE TREE-TOPS BARE.
WHITE SMOKE AND GREY NOW MAKE THE CITY FAIR.
OH SPICY SMOKE, THE LITTLE BOYS DELIGHT!
YOU BLESS HIS DAYS. AND MAKE HIM HOPE FOR NIGHT.
FOR NIGHT-FIRES OF THE GUTTERS, BURNING BRIGHT.