Indian Summer
by John Banister Tabb
Tis said, in death, upon the face
Of Age, a momentary trace
Of Infancy's returning grace
Forestalls decay;
And here, in Autumn's dusky reign,
A birth of blossom seems again
To flush the woodland's fading train
With dreams of May.
Note: Today is the anniversary of the death of the American poet and Catholic priest John Banister Tabb.
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A portrait of John Banister Tabb, an American poet, Catholic priest, and professor of English.