(@3A Connecticut Indian@1) I saw him just before midnight in a hollow beside a stream, a naked Indian sadly chanting the moon to guard his savage soul. Deep in a swamp the glow-worms blinked around a white-flower laden with dew, and all the woodland stirred . . . The shadows played about the trees, the spicy needles of full-grown pines raced down to earth, bearing aroma across the night of the redman's forest. I heard the red-man's voice, he spoke to the moon, against the sky, with untamed soul that cried for nature and freedom. The hours announced the break of dawn and a mellow cry revealed the lonely Mattabassett so proud and cold, but weeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODSMOKE AT 70 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 12. THE CREATOR by EDWIN ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 31. 'TIS YIELDING GAINS THE LOVER VICTORY by PHILIP AYRES EIGHT VOLUNTEERS by LANSING C. BAILEY CANTIC. CHAP. 2 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |