A pale-face in the leafy wood.
And as she looked upon him there,
So young, so proud, so nobly fair,
A thrill of strange emotion stole
In tremblings through her timid soul.
Yet turned she not—and then he took
His seat beside her, where the brook
Ran rippling o’er its pebbly bed;
And soft and earnest things he said
With broken words and many a sign