Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||
XXIV.
They mounted his charger, Naymoyah before,The white noble steed that was standing on shore—
And galloped away into other dark lands,
With guilt in his bosom, and blood on his hands!
And long shall they value the fast flying horse
That bore them away from their enemy's course;
But he who is holding his dark flowing mane,
Shall never come back with Naymoyah again!
Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||