V.
Now Powhatan, in musing mood,
Abroad upon the hill-side stood;
Deep thoughts in his stern bosom burn’d,
His eyes toward Paspahey were turn’d,
Watching each quivering tree and bird,
As if mysterious foes had stirr’d
His calm old woods, where he had reign’d
For years, despotic, unrestrain’d,
And none had dared, or friend or foe,
Against his will to come or go.
His left hand clasp’d his bow new-strung,
His hatchet from his belt was hung,
Keen shafts his wolf-skin quiver press’d,
And on his war-club lean’d his breast.
Sudden a form glanced on his sight,
At distance where the warm sun-light
Pour’d through the trees its mellow ray,
And flowers rejoiced at the coming day.
And swiftly as that sun-light went
His springing bow was up and bent:
An arrow leapt into its place;
The strain’d string almost touch’d his face,
And every muscle, fix’d and still,
Waited to do the monarch’s will.
Again that form broke on his view,
But ere the deadly arrow flew,
His eagle eye had told him well
’ Twas his loved daughter—Nerveless fell
His brawny arm, and o’er his frame
A cold a sickly shuddering came,
And reel’d his brain, and o’er his sight
Came darkness like the depths of night.
He rested on a fallen tree,
And soon his child, on bended knee,
Had clasp’d and kiss’d his aged hand,
And met his eye with look so bland,
It made the clouds from his brow depart,
And quicken’d the life-blood in his heart.
‘Speak, semblance of thy mother, speak,
‘And tell where thou hast been;
‘I saw thee beyond the old oak tree,
‘On the farther side of the glen.
‘This is no time for a child like thee
‘To wander away from home;
‘Thou canst not tell what dangerous foes
‘Through our dark, deep forests roam.
‘So soon hast thou forgotten, child,
‘The tale of yesternight?
‘That shallop, and the pale-face men,
‘Who may in blood delight?
‘A thousand trophies of my power
‘Hang up in my council hall,
‘But sooner than trust thee abroad alone,
‘I’d sacrifice them all.
‘Dear Metoka, where hast thou been
‘Through woods so dark and wild,
‘Beyond the reach of thy father’s arm
‘To guard his gentle child?’