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

THE BRIDAL. 109
The White Swan singing on the lake
Unto his ear more joyous sang ;
More sweetly sad from out the brake
The moaning of the lonely Mahng ;
The soaring Ke-neu's screech and squall,
The Wa-be-wawa honking near,
The soaring Key-oshk's harsher call
Seemed mellowed to his charmed ear.
A music shook the quiet air
Like tinkling bells of silver sound ;
The glimmering blue o'er-bending there
Seemed with love's holiest circlet bound.
All Nature is but outward Man
;
He hears alone the melodies
Within his breast ;
nor other than
The beauty in his soul he sees.
While she that by Ti-o-to stood
Fair in the autumn's windy days,
To pluck great 0-nust ripe and good,
To pluck and strip the mighty Maize,
As blithe and glad she came and went,
Upon the lake
and hushed her song
Anon a yearning look she bent ;
For brief delay to love is long.