Surely these muted days are one with days remembered,
This necromantic sun is an evocation
Of suns whereunder we have walked before:
For when I see the peach-trees
Flame-colored and far off
Where the blueness of the air has crept among them,
The love I feel today
Somehow resumes the bygone flames and shadows,
The vanished incommunicable moods
And fugitive lost colors
Of the love I felt for you in autumns past.
Indian Summer
Clark Ashton Smith
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Poem topics: I love you, feel, lost, sun, today, flame, I miss you, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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