Comes the Indian to his dancing, To the simple joys of ancients, To the drama of Isleta. Comes the orchestra of chanters; For four centuries they chanted, Making tongues to sing their music. Comes the Indian to his dancing, To old accents subterranean In the courtyard of his mission. Comes the tombe beating rhythm, Matching sound to steady footfall, Steady rhythm of the ancients. Comes the Indian to his ritual Of ancestral salutation, Comes the memory found in rhythm... Comes the Indian to his dancing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEEPER THOUGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO THE DAISY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 35 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH CLEVEDON VERSES: 2. DORA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN ON A YOUNG POETESS'S GRAVE by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |