Nature
Indian Summer
From Lyrics (1897)
Nature
No more the battle or the chase
The phantom tribes pursue,
But each in its accustomed place
The Autumn hails anew:
And still from solemn councils set
On every hill and plain,
The smoke of many a calumet
Ascends to heaven again.
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MLA
Tabb, John Banister. “Indian Summer.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/91/.
Chicago
Tabb, John Banister. “Indian Summer.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tabb/91/.
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