I HEARD the forests as they cried Unto the valleys green, "Where is the red-browed hunter race, Who loved our leafy screen, Who humbled mid these dewy glades The red deer's antlered crown, Or soaring at his highest noon, Struck the strong eagle down?" Then in the zephyr's voice replied Those vales, so meekly blest: "They reared their dwellings on our side, Their corn upon our breast; A blight came down, a blast swept by, The cone-roofed cabins fell; And where that exiled people fled, It is not ours to tell." Niagara, of the mountains gray, Demanded, from his throne, And old Ontario's billowy lake Prolonged the thunder tone, "The chieftains at our side who stood Upon our christening day, Who gave the glorious names we bear, Our sponsors, where are they?" And then the fair Ohio charged Her many sisters dear, "Show me once more those stately forms Within my mirror clear"; But they replied, "Tall barks of pride Do cleave our waters blue, And strong keels ride our farthest tide, But where's their light canoe?" The farmer drove his ploughshare deep; "Whose bones are these?" said he. "I find them where my browsing sheep Roam o'er the upland lea." But starting sudden to his path, A phantom seemed to glide, A plume of feathers on his head, A quiver at his side. He pointed to the rifled grave, Then raised his hand on high, And with a hollow groan invoked The vengeance of the sky. O'er the broad realm so long his own, Gazed with despairing ray, Then on the mist that slowly curled, Fled mournfully away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 1. WALKING WITH GOD by WILLIAM COWPER EPISTLE TO ROBERT, EARL OF OXFORD, AND EARL MORTIMER by ALEXANDER POPE BLUEBEARD by RUTH FITCH BARLETT A GLORY GONE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PLEA FOR TOLERANCE by MARGARET E. BRUNER |