Chapter XLVI

Between the sunset and the stars
Long clouds lie--as fierce sachems loom,
In war-paint and the eagle-plume,
Among their wampumed warriors,
When council fires burn red and set
On stoic cheeks the battle-bloom,
That puff the smoking calumet.

Beneath the stars and hunter’s-moon
The frost spreads ghostly pearls, that glance
Like dewy jewels in the dance
That whirls on fairied hills of June:
The night is calm; no luminous veil
Conceals the spirit utterance
Of her dark beauty, pure and pale.