The reptile's head and tail together lay;
Distended were the fang-set jaws in wait
For victims, thus beleaguered, night and day;
And not unlike the red and angry ray
Shot by the bearded comet was the light
Of his unslumbering eye that watched for prey;
His burnished mail flashed back the sunshine bright,
And round him pale the woods grew with untimely blight.

VII.

When famine raged within their guarded hold,
And wan distemper thinn'd their numbers fast,
Crowding the narrow gateway young and old
With the fixed look of desperation passed
From life to dreadful death--a charnel vast--
The reptile's yawning throat entombed the strong,
And lovely of the Tribe:--remained at last
Two lovers only of that mighty throng
To chaunt with feeble voice a nation's funeral song.

VIII.

Comely to look on was the youthful pair:--
One, like the mountain pine erect and tall,
Was of imposing presence;--his dark hair
Had caught its hue from night's descending pall;
Light was his tread--his port majestical,
And well his kingly brow became a form
Of matchless beauty:--like the rise and fall
Of a strong billow in the hour of storm
Beat his undaunted heart with glory's impulse warm.

IX.

Graced was his belt by beads of dazzling sheen
And painted quills--the handiwork of one
Dearer than life to him;--though he had seen
From the gray hills, beneath a wasting sun,
Only the snows of twenty winters run,
The warrior's right his scalp lock to adorn
With eagle plumes in battle he had won:
O'erjoyed were prophets old when he was born,
And hailed him with one voice "_First Sunbeam of the Morn_."

X.

The other!--what of her?--bright shapes beyond
This darkened earth wear looks like those she wore;
Graceful her mien as lilly of the pond
That nods to every wind that passes o'er
Its fragrant head a welcome:--never more
By loveliness so rare will earth be blest;
Softer than ripple breaking on the shore
By moonlight was her voice, and in her breast
Pure thought a dwelling found--the Bird of Love a nest.

XI.

Round her would hop unscared the sinless bird,
And court the lustre of her gentle glance,
Hushing each wood-note wild whene'er it heard
Her song of