by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944)
Indian Summer
Language: English
Dear love, the rose has long since died, The birds of spring are silent now, The argent tendrils twine beside The amber tresses on thy brow. No note proclaims from muted lyres That spring and we are far apart; A late wind stirs the maple fires, And lights aflame within my heart. Love paints the skies with warmth and glow, He sows with green the autumn sod, Nor need we miss the rose, for lo, The aster stars! The goldenrod.
Authorship:
- by Nelle Richmond Eberhart (1871 - 1944) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Wakefield Cadman (1881 - 1946), "Indian Summer" [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2021-10-28
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