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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.
Tertius and Henry Van Dyke.
November, 1903.