Or thought I, in thy father’s house, when thou
Wert lightest hearted on his festive floor,
And first of all at his hospitable door
To meet and kiss me at my journey’s end?
But where was I when Waldegrave was no more?
And thou didst pale thy gentle head extend
In woes, that e’en the tribe of deserts was thy friend?”
XXIII.
He said—and strained unto his heart the boy;—
Far differently, the mute Oneyda took[39]