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Regis Francois Gignoux. Indian Summer. c.1855


From his pipe the smoke ascending
Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
Filled the air with dreamy softness,
Gave a twinkle to the water,
Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
Brought the tender Indian Summer
To the melancholy north-land,
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

( more indian summers and golden autumns )

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