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more he fain would have said but his heart was full and his accents faltered and paused on his lips as the feet of a child on a threshold hushed by the scene he beholds and the awful presence of sorrow	img2poems
silently therefore he laid his hand on the head of the maiden raising his tearful eyes to the silent stars that above them moved on their way unperturbed by the wrongs and sorrows of mortals	img2poems
then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burning thatch and uplifting whirled them aloft through the air at once from a hundred house-tops started the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame intermingled	img2poems
loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the farm-yards thinking the day had dawned and anon the lowing of cattle came on the evening breeze by the barking of dogs interrupted	img2poems
still the blaze of the burning village illumined the landscape reddened the sky overhead and gleamed on the faces around her and like the day of doom it seemed to her wavering senses	img2poems
then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking and with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed out of the harbor leaving behind them the dead on the shore and the village in ruins	img2poems
many a weary year had passed since the burning of grand-pre when on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed bearing a nation with all its household gods into exile	img2poems
far asunder on separate coasts the acadians landed scattered were they like flakes of snow when the wind from the northeast strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the banks of newfoundland	img2poems
gabriel lajeunesse they said yes we have seen him	img2poems
gabriel lajeunesse said others o yes we have seen him	img2poems
are there not other youths as fair as gabriel others who have hearts as tender and true and spirits as loyal	img2poems
thereupon the priest her friend and father-confessor said with a smile o daughter thy god thus speaketh within thee	img2poems
onward o'er sunken sands through a wilderness sombre with forests day after day they glided adown the turbulent river night after night by their blazing fires encamped on its borders	img2poems
level the landscape grew and along the shores of the river shaded by china-trees in the midst of luxuriant gardens stood the houses of planters with negro-cabins and dove-cots	img2poems
they were approaching the region where reigns perpetual summer where through the golden coast and groves of orange and citron sweeps with majestic curve the river away to the eastward	img2poems
they too swerved from their course and entering the bayou of plaquemine soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters which like a network of steel extended in every direction	img2poems
over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress met in a dusky arch and trailing mosses in mid-air waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals	img2poems
deathlike the silence seemed and unbroken save by the herons home to their roasts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset or by the owl as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughter	img2poems
lovely the moonlight was as it glanced and gleamed on the water gleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sustaining the arches down through whose broken vaults it fell as through chinks in a ruin	img2poems
dreamlike and indistinct and strange were all things around them and o'er their spirits there came a feeling of wonder and sadness strange forebodings of ill unseen and that cannot be compassed	img2poems
then in his place at the prow of the boat rose one of the oarsmen and as a signal sound if others like them peradventure sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams blew a blast on his bugle	img2poems
water-lilies in myriads rocked on the slight undulations made by the passing oars and resplendent in beauty the lotus lifted her golden crown above the heads of the boatmen	img2poems
under the boughs of wachita willows that grew by the margin safely their boat was moored and scattered about on the greensward tired with their midnight toil the weary travellers slumbered	img2poems
nearer ever nearer among the numberless islands darted a light swift boat that sped away o'er the water urged on its course by the sinewy arms of hunters and trappers	img2poems
after the sound of their oars on the tholes had died in the distance as from a magic trance the sleepers awoke and the maiden said with a sigh to the friendly priest o father felician	img2poems
beautiful is the land with its prairies and forests of fruit-trees under the feet a garden of flowers and the bluest of heavens bending above and resting its dome on the walls of the forest	img2poems
large and low was the roof and on slender columns supported rose-wreathed vine-encircled a broad and spacious veranda haunt of the humming-bird and the bee extended around it	img2poems
at each end of the house amid the flowers of the garden stationed the dove-cots were as love's perpetual symbol scenes of endless wooing and endless contentions of rivals	img2poems
in the rear of the house from the garden gate ran a pathway through the great groves of oak to the skirts of the limitless prairie into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending	img2poems
full in his track of light like ships with shadowy canvas hanging loose from their spars in a motionless calm in the tropics stood a cluster of trees with tangled cordage of grapevines	img2poems
thus they ascended the steps and crossing the breezy veranda entered the hall of the house where already the supper of basil waited his late return and they rested and feasted together	img2poems
all was silent without and illuming the landscape with silver fair rose the dewy moon and the myriad stars but within doors brighter than these shone the faces of friends in the glimmering lamplight	img2poems
here too numberless herds run wild and unclaimed in the prairies here too lands may be had for the asking and forests of timber with a few blows of the axe are hewn and framed into houses	img2poems
after your houses are built and your fields are yellow with harvests no king george of england shall drive you away from your homesteads burning your dwellings and barns and stealing your farms and your cattle	img2poems
nearer and round about her the manifold flowers of the garden poured out their souls in odors that were their prayers and confessions unto the night as it went its way like a silent carthusian	img2poems
and the soul of the maiden between the stars and the fire-flies wandered alone and she cried o gabriel o my beloved	img2poems
ah how often beneath this oak returning from labor thou hast lain down to rest and to dream of me in thy slumbers	img2poems
loud and sudden and near the note of a whippoorwill sounded like a flute in the woods and anon through the neighboring thickets farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence	img2poems
patience whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness and from the moonlit meadow a sigh responded to-morrow	img2poems
bright rose the sun next day and all the flowers of the garden bathed his shining feet with their tears and anointed his tresses with the delicious balm that they bore in their vases of crystal	img2poems
farewell answered the maiden and smiling with basil descended down to the river's brink where the boatmen already were waiting	img2poems
thus beginning their journey with morning and sunshine and gladness swiftly they followed the flight of him who was speeding before them blown by the blast of fate like a dead leaf over the desert	img2poems
down from their jagged deep ravines where the gorge like a gateway opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant's wagon westward the oregon flows and the walleway and owyhee	img2poems
spreading between these streams are the wondrous beautiful prairies billowy bays of grass ever rolling in shadow and sunshine bright with luxuriant clusters of roses and purple amorphas	img2poems
sometimes they saw or thought they saw the smoke of his camp-fire rise in the morning air from the distant plain but at nightfall when they had reached the place they found only embers and ashes	img2poems
and though their hearts were sad at times and their bodies were weary hope still guided them on as the magic fata morgana showed them her lakes of light that retreated and vanished before them	img2poems
once as they sat by their evening fire there silently entered into the little camp an indian woman whose features wore deep traces of sorrow and patience as great as her sorrow	img2poems
she was a shawnee woman returning home to her people from the far-off hunting-grounds of the cruel camanches where her canadian husband a coureur-des-bois had been murdered	img2poems
touched were their hearts at her story and warmest and friendliest welcome gave they with words of cheer and she sat and feasted among them on the buffalo-meat and the venison cooked on the embers	img2poems
moved to the depths of her soul by pity and woman's compassion yet in her sorrow pleased that one who had suffered was near her she in turn related her love and all its disasters	img2poems
silent with wonder and strange surprise evangeline listened to the soft flow of her magical words till the region around her seemed like enchanted ground and her swarthy guest the enchantress	img2poems
slowly over the tops of the ozark mountains the moon rose lighting the little tent and with a mysterious splendor touching the sombre leaves and embracing and filling the woodland	img2poems
filled with the thoughts of love was evangeline's heart but a secret subtile sense crept in of pain and indefinite terror as the cold poisonous snake creeps into the nest of the swallow	img2poems
early upon the morrow the march was resumed and the shawnee said as they journeyed along on the western slope of these mountains dwells in his little village the black robe chief of the mission	img2poems
soft was the voice of the priest and he spake with an accent of kindness but on evangeline's heart fell his words as in winter the snow-flakes fall into some lone nest from which the birds have departed	img2poems
then in the golden weather the maize was husked and the maidens blushed at each blood-red ear for that betokened a lover but at the crooked laughed and called it a thief in the corn-field	img2poems
so came the autumn and passed and the winter yet gabriel came not blossomed the opening spring and the notes of the robin and bluebird sounded sweet upon wold and in wood yet gabriel came not	img2poems
when over weary ways by long and perilous marches she had attained at length the depths of the michigan forests found she the hunter's lodge deserted and fallen to ruin	img2poems
then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead dawn of another life that broke o'er her earthy horizon as in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning	img2poems
in that delightful land which is washed by the delaware's waters guarding in sylvan shades the name of penn the apostle stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded	img2poems
there all the air is balm and the peach is the emblem of beauty and the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest as if they fain would appease the dryads whose haunts they molested	img2poems
so when the fruitless search the disappointed endeavor ended to recommence no more upon earth uncomplaining thither as leaves to the light were turned her thoughts and her footsteps	img2poems
night after night when the world was asleep as the watchman repeated loud through the gusty streets that all was well in the city high at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper	img2poems
day after day in the gray of the dawn as slow through the suburbs plodded the german farmer with flowers and fruits for the market met he that meek pale face returning home from its watchings	img2poems
then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city presaged by wondrous signs and mostly by flocks of wild pigeons darkening the sun in their flight with naught in their craws but an acorn	img2poems
hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever as if life like the hebrew with blood had besprinkled its portals that the angel of death might see the sign and pass over	img2poems
motionless senseless dying he lay and his spirit exhausted seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness darkness of slumber and death forever sinking and sinking	img2poems
all was ended now the hope and the fear and the sorrow all the aching of heart the restless unsatisfied longing all the dull deep pain and constant anguish of patience	img2poems
only along the shore of the mournful and misty atlantic linger a few acadian peasants whose fathers from exile wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom	img2poems
i hear your voices softened by the distance and pause and turn to listen as each sends his words of friendship comfort and assistance	img2poems
thanks for each kindly word each silent token that teaches me when seeming most alone friends are around us though no word be spoken	img2poems
your gentle voices will flow on forever when life grows bare and tarnished with decay as through a leafless landscape flows a river	img2poems
stanch and strong a goodly vessel that shall laugh at all disaster and with wave and whirlwind wrestle	img2poems
that silent architect the sun had hewn and laid them every one ere the work of man was yet begun	img2poems
beside the master when he spoke a youth against an anchor leaning listened to catch his slightest meaning	img2poems
only the long waves as they broke in ripples on the pebbly beach interrupted the old man's speech	img2poems
the sun shone on her golden hair and her cheek was glowing fresh and fair with the breath of morn and the soft sea air	img2poems
and when the hot long day was o'er the young man at the master's door sat with the maiden calm and still	img2poems
therefore he spake and thus said he like unto ships far off at sea outward or homeward bound are we	img2poems
ah what pleasant visions haunt me as i gaze upon the sea	img2poems
and with your floating bridge the ocean span be mine to guard this light from all eclipse be yours to bring man nearer unto man	img2poems
they were indeed too much akin the drift-wood fire without that burned the thoughts that burned and glowed within	img2poems
now in this crystal tower imprisoned by some curious hand at last it counts the passing hour	img2poems
but not for this their revels the jovial monks forbore for they cried fill high the goblet	img2poems
take this lesson to thy heart that is best which lieth nearest shape from that thy work of art	img2poems
i heard a voice that cried balder the beautiful is dead is dead	img2poems
and through the misty air passed like the mournful cry of sunward sailing cranes	img2poems
i saw the pallid corpse of the dead sun borne through the northern sky	img2poems
blasts from niffelheim lifted the sheeted mists around him as he passed	img2poems
and the voice forever cried balder the beautiful is dead is dead	img2poems
and died away through the dreary night in accents of despair	img2poems
balder the beautiful god of the summer sun fairest of all the gods	img2poems
light from his forehead beamed runes were upon his tongue as on the warrior's sword	img2poems
they laid him in his ship with horse and harness as on a funeral pyre	img2poems
odin placed a ring upon his finger and whispered in his ear	img2poems
but out of the sea of time rises a new land of song fairer than the old	img2poems
build it again o ye bards fairer than before	img2poems
ye fathers of the new race feed upon morning dew sing the new song of love	img2poems
sing no more o ye bards of the north of vikings and of jarls	img2poems
of the days of eld preserve the freedom only not the deeds of blood	img2poems

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