And fill'd, men say, with pirates' gold,
And then they, silent as a dream,
In long black shadows cross'd the stream.
Lo! here the smoke of cabins curl'd,
The borders of the middle world;
And mighty, hairy, half-wild men
Sat down in silence, held at bay
By mailèd forests. Far away
The red men's boundless borders lay,
And lodges stood in legions then,