Than here! where the leaves of the large trees lave,
As their boughs are bent to the river's wave;
Than here! where night and the white stars come,
Their watch to keep o'er the Indian's home.
Now o'er the waters bright
Glides his canoe,
Throbbing his warrior heart,
Maiden! for you.
Roused from your dreamy sleep,
Bend low and list;