Chapter IX

Pawtucket’s murmurs die upon their ears,
As through the smooth expanse the swift canoe
Drives on; and now the straitened pass appears
With jutting mounds that lofty forests shew;--
Each giant trunk a navy’s timber rears;
Their mighty shadows o’er the flood they threw,
Shutting the heavens out, till glimmering day
Could scarce the long, dark, winding path display.