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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BY AN INDIAN GRAVE, by MILDRED PLEW MEIGS MERRYMAN
First Line: Sleep on, dead seminole - your bones are chalk
Last Line: And we two dream together, seminole.
Alternate Author Name(s): Meigs, Mildred Plew
Subject(s): Death; Dreams; Native Americans; Dead, The; Nightmares; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America
First Line: Sleep on, dead seminole - your bones are chalk
Last Line: And we two dream together, seminole.
Alternate Author Name(s): Meigs, Mildred Plew
Subject(s): Death; Dreams; Native Americans; Dead, The; Nightmares; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America
Sleep on, dead Seminole -- your bones are chalk;
The red urn cracks beneath its heaping shell;
This is your spring to slumber, mine to walk
And hear the slow surf booming like a bell.
My spring to hear the limpid quail-song lift
Where jasmine and magnolia cup their cream,
And wind and sun forever shade and shift
Over the shrunken hearts of them that dream.
Your spring to sleep where shore pines, blunted, bleak,
Rock darkly on the night like dim sunk spars;
My own to wait beside the moon-torn creek
And watch the quiet crumbling of old stars.
Then pouf! -- one dusk a moon shall rise and roll,
And we two dream together, Seminole.
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