I HAVE strayed from silent places, <br />Where the days are dreaming always; <br />And fair summer lies a-dying, <br />Roses withered on her breast. <br />I have stolen all her beauty, <br />All her softness, all her sweetness; <br />In her robe of folden sunshine <br />I am drest. <br /> <br />I will breathe a mist about me <br />Lest you see my face too clearly, <br />Lest you follow me too boldly <br />I will silence every song. <br />Through the haze and through the silence <br />You will know that I am passing; <br />When you break the spell that holds you, <br />I am gone!<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-summer-18/
