Indian Summer
Low suns and moons, long days and spacious nights,
With majesty move by us; and in state,
Like buskined actors treading tragic heights,
Enlarge the measure of our common fate.
Across the great gold-hazed afternoon
Drifts deeper meaning than our thought can prove;
And happy dusks and happy dawns too soon
Beyond our sight in calm procession move.
Dear, hospitable, grows the murmuring earth;
As lords at home, — masters returned from wars, —
Rule we this realm whose summer-throned worth
Admits no craving for the distant stars.
Close suns and moons, wide nights and spacious days, —
The Gods once sojourned in these earthly ways!
With majesty move by us; and in state,
Like buskined actors treading tragic heights,
Enlarge the measure of our common fate.
Across the great gold-hazed afternoon
Drifts deeper meaning than our thought can prove;
And happy dusks and happy dawns too soon
Beyond our sight in calm procession move.
Dear, hospitable, grows the murmuring earth;
As lords at home, — masters returned from wars, —
Rule we this realm whose summer-throned worth
Admits no craving for the distant stars.
Close suns and moons, wide nights and spacious days, —
The Gods once sojourned in these earthly ways!
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