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.
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such lovely doveliness! it springs of truth and cries of my heart on a beautious summer day! We don't get indian summers but we're just next door to them
and two words: no comparison 
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It's a beautiful poem that describes the magic of an Indian summer. I'm so glad the Powers that be enticed me into reading this poem with that magical description because that's all there really is to say about this poem and Lord knows, I wouldn't have been able to get that on my own, had it simply been presented to me in its entirety on the homepage the way it used to be as the "poem of the day" at Oldpoetry.
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