One shadow glides from the dumb shore,
And one from every silent sail.
One cloud the averted heavens wear,
A soft mask, thin and frail.
Oh, silver is the lessening rain,
And yellow was the weary drouth.
The reef her warning finger puts
...
I think if I should cross the room,
Far as fear;
Should stand beside you like a thought—
Touch you, dear,
Like a fancy,—to your sad heart
It would seem
That my vision passed and prayed you,
Or my dream....
Frowning, the mountain stronghold stood,
Whose front no mortal could assail;
For more than twice three hundred years
The terror of the Indian vale.
By blood and fire the robber band
Answered the helpless village wail.
Hot was his heart and cool...
