With watching from the river's rim,
As waiting for some face denied.
And yet she never wept or spake,
Or breath'd his name for her love's sake.
Yea, who was she?—none ever knew.
The great strong river swept around,
The cabins nestled in its bend,
But kept its secrets. Wild birds flew
In bevies by. The black men found
Diversion in the chase: and wide