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

116 THE LEAGUE OF THE IBOQUOIS.
Near in the rapture-burdened blue,
And dancing with love's fairy feet,
The twinkling 0-jis-hon-da drew,
Peeped conscious of love's secret sweet ;
Wo-ne-da, winging o'er the wold,
Clasped in the yearning arms of Night,
Put back her bosom's cloudy fold,
Made crimson with the new delight.
The wood through all its leafiness
Stood
thrilled with maiden tenderness;
The yearning sea returned the kiss,
And blushed, of Morning's fond caress.
The bridal waves ecstatic swam,
Lapsed fainting on the loving shore ;
The Zephyr, bearing nectar-balm,
Fell, drunken with the bliss it bore,
As forth they wandered hand in hand.
Approved by Nature's mother-heart,
Love well had wrought -the nuptial band,-
What more might solemn rite impart ?
If love the wedding feast prepare,
Love at the marriage banquet wait,
More than the priestly hand is there ;
The very air is consecrate.