CHICOMICO.
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Say, dark-eyed Eagle, dost thou know
Aught of the dire, blood-thirsty foe?"
Aught of the dire, blood-thirsty foe?"
"No, Montonoc! no foe was she,
Who plunged adown the swift Monee,
Chicomico is cold and damp!
The wave her couch—the moon her lamp;
But mark! adown the foaming stream
The barks beneath the moon's pale beam!
What bode they? or of weal, or woe?
Do they betoken friend or foe?
Perchance to rouse the wildwood deer
The Indian hunters landed there."
Who plunged adown the swift Monee,
Chicomico is cold and damp!
The wave her couch—the moon her lamp;
But mark! adown the foaming stream
The barks beneath the moon's pale beam!
What bode they? or of weal, or woe?
Do they betoken friend or foe?
Perchance to rouse the wildwood deer
The Indian hunters landed there."
Back they retraced their steps, till from the hill
A female shriek rang loud, distinct, and shrill!
Both start, both stop, and Montonoc's dark eye
Flashed like a meteor of the northern sky.
But hark! what cry of savage joy is there,
Borne through the forest on the midnight air?
A female shriek rang loud, distinct, and shrill!
Both start, both stop, and Montonoc's dark eye
Flashed like a meteor of the northern sky.
But hark! what cry of savage joy is there,
Borne through the forest on the midnight air?
It is the foe! the band of blood-hounds came,
Who erst had lit the Chieftain's funeral flame!
Revenge and death around their arrows gleam,
And murder shudders 'neath the moon's pale beam!
The fiercest warrior of their tribe, their chief,
Sage in the council, bloody in the strife,
High towered dark Wompaw's snowy plume in air,
Waved on the breeze, and shone a beacon there!
Old Ompahaw, with brow of fire,
And bosom burning high with ire,
Who erst had lit the Chieftain's funeral flame!
Revenge and death around their arrows gleam,
And murder shudders 'neath the moon's pale beam!
The fiercest warrior of their tribe, their chief,
Sage in the council, bloody in the strife,
High towered dark Wompaw's snowy plume in air,
Waved on the breeze, and shone a beacon there!
Old Ompahaw, with brow of fire,
And bosom burning high with ire,
