II.
Away in the westward where the sun is dipping
Gold, gold from the sea,
Gold of a glorious El Dorado—
Sail, sail to-day.
III.
See the straight horizon by the great sun hollowed:
Sail swift that way.
Sail! ’tis the portal the sun has opened,
Sail, sail nor stay.
IV.
The sun is flashing thro’ the broad portcullis:
See, see my sail!
See the shroud thro’ the gate disappearing!—
Thus, thus life’s tale!
Finale.
The sea is tolling and the mer-folk weeping:
Sailed, sailed away;
Sailed the soul with its life-laded burthen,
Mourned, mourned the clay.
PART OF THE NEW ENGLAND LAMENT.
ON THE KILLING OF SITTING BULL, 1891.
Sitting Bull and the other Sioux
Lived in the land where the blizzards blioux,
And they grioux, and they grioux, and they grioux!—
Till one day they shot him thrioux
And kicked up an awful hullabalioux,—
Bioux-hioux, bioux-hioux, bioux-hioux!
—Terhwytt-in-the-Twinkle D’Bioux.