WHERE the tall pine-forest made Deepest, darkest, holiest shade, Came Nesota, sorrow-laden, She, the lovely Indian maiden. Came, ere she had waited long, Karanò, the swift, the strong; He, who bowed to nought beside, Bent to her in lowly pride; Bent until his lofty brow, Loftiest of the tribes around, Touched the greensward hallowed now, Where her @3first@1 had kissed the ground. 'Karanò! arise and fly! Hands of power and wrath are nigh, From thy side shall I be driven, Like a willow lightning-riven. Karanò, ere thou depart, Lay this @3second@1 on thy heart, Token of Nesota's love, From thy own, thy stricken dove.' Trembling in his hand she laid My shining @3second,@1 then farewell! She is gone, through bush and blade, Fleetly as a wild gazelle. Karanò, the swift, the strong, Baffles all pursuers long, Till the moon is on the wane; Then a red deer they have slain. To the treacherous banquet led, When the new moon's feast is spread, They have mingled in his bowl, Secretly, my deadly @3whole.@1 Karanò hath found repose Where my @3whole@1 doth darkly wave, And the tall pine-forests close O'er Nesota's quiet grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINGED MAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK HOME THOUGHTS FROM FRANCE by ISAAC ROSENBERG ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT |