(@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...NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. THE DESERTED HOUSE by ALFRED TENNYSON AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONNET: AM I TO LOSE YOU? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ON THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK by JANE BOWDLER TAKE IT FROM FATHER by BERTON BRALEY |