• Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid
      Who, if she knew not fauns or satyrs,
    Had conjured oft in mossy shade
      Visions of savage pale-face haters;
    I trow she dined on pork and maize
      In cabin, single-roomed and sooted,
    Quite innocent of frills and stays,
      Warm-hearted and bare-footed.

    Her beauty surely brought her note,—...