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Joaquin Miller's Poems | ||
Would curve as the waves curve, swerve in line;
Would dash through the trees, would train with the bow,
Then back to the lines, now sudden, then slow,
Then flash their swords in the sun at a sign:
Would dash through the trees, would train with the bow,
Then back to the lines, now sudden, then slow,
Then flash their swords in the sun at a sign:
Would settle the foot right firmly afront,
Then sound the shield till the sound was heard
Afar, as the horn in the black boar hunt;
Yet, strangest of all, say never one word.
Then sound the shield till the sound was heard
Afar, as the horn in the black boar hunt;
Yet, strangest of all, say never one word.
When shadows fell far from the westward, and when
The sun had kiss'd hands and set forth for the east,
They would kindle campfires and gather them then,
Well-worn and most merry with song, to the feast.
The sun had kiss'd hands and set forth for the east,
They would kindle campfires and gather them then,
Well-worn and most merry with song, to the feast.
They sang of all things, but the one, sacred one,
That could make them most glad, as they lifted the gourd
And pass'd it around, with its rich purple hoard,
From the island that lay with its face to the sun.
That could make them most glad, as they lifted the gourd
And pass'd it around, with its rich purple hoard,
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