The leading incidents in this poem are historical. The descendants of Pocahontas are still to be found, I believe, in the United States.
Through the majestic forest shade
The light of morn is faintly shining,
Scarce straggling through the twilight made
By leafy boughs entwining;
As Nature, from the birth of Time,
Deep in this lone sequestered wood,
Had formed herself a bower sublime,
Where she might dwell with solitude,
And list the wild bird’s note, nor fear