THE GUERILLA CHIEF.
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And as Leandro watched, his heart grew sick
To hear her rave of outrage, wrongs, and death;—
How they were wakened from their midnight sleep
By gleaming steel—curses—and flaming roof!
And then she groaned, and prayed herself to die!
It was an evening when through the green leaves
Of the old chesnut shot the golden light
Of the rich sunset; into the fresh air
Leandro bore the maiden he had nurst
As the young mother nurses her sick child.
She laid her head upon his heart, and slept
Her first sweet quiet sleep: the evening-star
Gleamed through the purple twilight when she waked.
Her memory aroused not to the full—
