Frederick Philip Grove
LANDSCAPES
(IM 16-28)

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e-Edition by Gaby Divay
© August 2007

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INDIAN SUMMER [28] by Frederick Philip Grove (Nova Scotia, 1909) This is the day of days; for sombre fall Has dropped his cloak of trailing mist and cloud; The light is fluid gold, pervading all; The trees are gathered up, in prayer bowed. This is the day to stand on some great height, Soaked full of silence; calmly to look down A last time, stripped of self, whence, grey and white, Rock slopes away to warmer green and brown. Thus might some Moses stand on Nebo Mount And look and ponder what he is denied, And life and death, and God, of both the fount. Thus did he stand and look, unmoved, clear-eyed. And I, too, stand and look, clear-eyed, unmoved, And ponder that which is and scorn the tear But know this face of mine is deeply grooved And nothing matters since thou art not near. In Memoriam 24