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

18 THE LEAGUE OF THE IKOQUOIS.
In simple thought content, to him,
Far -gazing from the grassy mound,
The fading ether's silver rim
But seemed the wide world's outer bound.
While in the high o'erarching dome
A fairer land his fancy drew ;
The noble warrior's Spirit Home
Lay just beyond its wall of blue.
Serene the radiant seasons wore,
Unstartled, save by rustling reed
Touched by the zephyr's wing that bore
Fair Seg-wun o'er the springing mead ;
As forth she came from sunset skies,
Robed in a halo so complete
It only showed to eager eyes
The glory of her shining feet.
Or if, perchance, a wilder moan
Came o'er the water's shadowy gloom,
As with an ill
-foreboding tone
The bull -rush waved its airy plume ;
Or angry billows boisterous grew
With chafing on the pebbly beach ;
Or stormy winds went wailing through
The cedars by the sandy reach ;