But hark! that sound, above the cataracts
And hollow winds in this wild solitude,
Seems passing strange.—Who with the laboring axe,
On Seekonk’s eastern marge, invades the wood?
Stroke follows stroke;—some sturdy hind attacks
Yon ancient groves, which from their birth have stood
Unmarred by steel, and, startled at the sound,
The wild deer snuffs the gales,—then, with a bound,