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TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN), by                
First Line: I saw him just before midnight
Last Line: So proud and cold, but weeping.
Subject(s): Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America


(A Connecticut Indian)

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.





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