The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

90 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
If warmer lit with feeling's grace
His manly cheek, when to his gaze
From far the beauteous maiden face
Looked on him from the growing maize
What wonder he, though calm and wise,
Should feel the old world dance and swim
When on him bent those loveful eyes
That, more than greeting, welcomed him. 33
The while her sire the freedom gave
Of waiting wigwam's mat and shade,
As warrior brave to warrior brave,
Apart and silent sat the maid ;
Or lightly tripped unto the lake
To bring him drink with willing feet,
Or glad, when he his fast would break,
She modest brought and gave him meat.
He from the bowl his thirst allayed,
Nor with vain thanks did her address ;
But sitting mute his hunger stayed,
And rested of his weariness ;
Till far and faint alone was heard
The home-wind sighing through the land,
The voice of night-awakened bird,
And waves low-lapsing on the sand.