Ya ho! ya ho! the quarry's traced,
Six years of search have ended now,
The fairest doe that ere was chased,
To her we make a lowly bow.
[The courtiers all make obeisance to Emma.]
THE TALL PALMETTO
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OTHER POEMS
THE TALL PALMETTO
The dense live-oaks were swept with wrath,
The rubber trees swung roots in mire,
A fine-leafed cedar tittered spite,