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In its hot eager answer to earliest love, And feet of wild horses hard flying before Or the bee hurried home by its burden of I hear like a sea breaking high on the shore, sweets.

While the buffalo come like a surge of the

sea, We lay low in the grass on the broad plain Driven far by the flame, driving fast on us levels,

three Old Revels and I and my stolen brown bride, As a hurricane comes,

As a hurricane comes, crushing palms in his And the heavens of blue and the harvest of ire.”

brown And beautiful clover were welded as one, We drew in the lassos, seized saddle and rein, To the right and the left, in the light of the Threw them on, sinched them on, sinched

them over again, Forty full miles, if a foot to ride- And again drew the girth, cast aside the Forty full miles, if a foot; and the devils

macheers, Of red Camanches are hot on the track Cut away tapidaros, loosed the sash from its When once they strike it. Let the sun go fold, down

Cast aside the catenas red-spangled with gold, Soon, very soon,” muttered bearded old Revels And gold-mounted Colts—the companions of As he peered at the sun, lying low on his yearsback,

Cast the silken serapes to the wind in a Holding fast to his lasso. Then he jerked at breath, his steed,

And so, bared to the skin, sprang all haste to And he sprang to his feet and glanced swift- the horsely around,

As bare as when born, as when new from the And then dropped as if shot, with his ear to hand the ground;

Of God—without word, or one word of comThen again to his feet, and to me, to my

mand. bride,

Turned head to the Brazos in a red race with While his eyes were like fire, his face like a shroud,

Turned head to the Brazos with a breath in His form like a king, and his beard like a the hair cloud,

Blowing hot from a king leaving death in his And his voice loud and shrill, as if blown course; from a reed :

Turned head to the Brazos with a sound in Pull! pull in your lassos and bridle to steed, the air And speed you if ever for life you would Like the rush of an army, and a flash in the speed,

eye And ride for your lives : for your lives you Of a red wall of fire reaching up to the sky, must ride,

Stretching fierce in pursuit of a black rolling For the plain is aflame, the prairie on fire,

death ;

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Rushing fast upon us, as the wind sweeping And saw his horse stagger; I saw his head free

drooping And afar from the desert blew hollow and Hard down on his breast, and his naked hoarse.

breast stooping

Low down to the mane, as so swifter and Not a word, not a wail, from a lip was let bolder

Ran reaching out for us the red-footed fire. Not a kiss from my bride, not a look nor low To right and to left the black buffalo came, call

A terrible surf on a red sea of flame, Of love-note or courage ; but on o'er the plain Rushing on in the rear, reaching high, reachSo steady and still, leaning low to the mane, ing higher, With the heel to the flank and the hand to And he rode neck to neck to a buffalo bull, the rein,

The monarch of millions, with shaggy mane Rode we on, rode we three, rode we nose and full gray nose,

Of smoke and of dust, and it shook with Reaching long, breathing loud, as a creviced desire wind blows;

Of battle, with rage and with bellowings Yet we broke not a whisper, we breathed not loud a prayer:

And unearthly, and up through its lowering There was work to be done, there was death cloud in the air,

Came the flash of his eyes like a half-hidden And the chance was as one to a thousand for fire, all.

While his keen crooked horns, through the

storm of his mane, Gray nose to gray nose, and each steady Like black lances lifted and lifted again; mustang

And I looked but this once, for the fire Stretched neck and stretched nerve till the licked through,

And he fell and was lost as we rode two and And the foam from the flank and the


two. and the neck Flew around like the spray on a storm-driven I looked to my left then, and nose, neck and deck.

shoulder Twenty miles! Thirty miles! A dim dis- Sank slowly, sank surely, till back to my tant speck,

thighs, Then a long-reaching line, and the Brazos in And up through the black blowing veil of sight,

her hair And I rose in my seat with a shout of delight. Did beam full in mine her two marvellous I stood in my stirrup and looked to my right, eyes But Revels was gone. I glanced by my With a

I glanced by my With a longing and love, yet a look of deshoulder


arid earth rang,

of fire,

or stay heel

and over

And of pity for me as she felt the smoke | And swift she would join me, and all would fold her,

be well And flames reaching far for her glorious hair. Without bloodshed or word. And now, as Her sinking steed faltered; his eager ears fell

she fell To and fro and unsteady, and all the neck's From the front and went down in the ocean

swell Did subside and recede and the nerves fall | The last that I saw was a look of delight as dead.

That I should escape-a love, a desire, Then she saw sturdy Paché still lorded his Yet never a word, not one look of appeal, head,

Lest I should reach hand, should stay hand With a look of delight; for nor courage nor bribe,

One instant for her in my terrible flight. Nor naught but my bride, could have brought him to me.

Then the rushing of fire around me and For he was her father's, and at South Santafee under, Had once won a whole herd, sweeping every- And the howling of beasts and a sound as of thing down

thunderIn a race where the world came to run for Beasts burning and blind and forced onward

the crown. And so, when I won the true heart of my As the passionate flame reached around them, bride

and wove her My neighbor's and deadliest enemy's child, Red hands in their hair, and kissed hot till And child of the kingly war-chief of his

they died, tribe

Till they died with a wild and a desolate She brought me this steed to the border the night

As a sea heartbroken on the hard brown She met Revels and me in her perilous flight

stone. From the lodge of the chief to the North And into the Brazos I rode all aloneBrazos side,

All alone, save only a horse long-limbed, And said, so half guessing of ill as she smiled, And blind and bare and burnt to the skin. As if jesting. that I, and I only, should ride Then, just as the terrible sea came in The fleet-footed Paché, so if kin should pur- And tumbled its thousands hot into the tide,

Till the tide blocked up and the swift stream I should surely escape without other ado

brimmed Than to ride, without blood, to the North In eddies, we struck on the opposite side.

Brazos side, And await her, and wait till the next hollow Sell Pache-blind Paché? Now, mister,

look here! Hung her horn in the palms, when surely You have slept in my tent and partook of




and soon

my cheer



poor Mary died.

your tin!

Many days, many days, on this rugged fron- | 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, and the lit

tle church stands nearFor the ways they were rough and the The church where we were wed, Mary : I see Camanches were near,

the spire from here; But you'd better pack up, sir : that tent is But the graveyard lies between, Mary, and too small

my step might break your rest, For us two after this. Has an old moun- For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, with taineer,

your baby on your breast. Do you book-men believe, got no tum-tum Ꭰ at all ?

I'm very lonely now, Mary, for the


make Sell Paché! You buy him! A bag full of no new friends,

But oh, they love the better far the few our You show him! Tell of him the tale I have Father sends; told !

And you were all I had, Mary, my blessing Why, he bore me through fire, and is blind, and my pride : and is old!

There's nothing left to care for now, since my Now pack up your papers and get up and spin To them cities you tell of. Blast you and

JOAQUIN MILLER. Yours was the brave, good heart, Mary, that

still kept hoping on

When the trust in God had left my soul and THE LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMI

my arm's young strength was gone; GRANT.

There was comfort ever on your lip and the

kind look on your brow; side by side,

I bless you for the same, Mary, though you

cannot hear me now. On a bright May morning long ago, when first you were my bride;

I thank The corn was springing fresh and and

you for the patient smile when green

your the lark sang loud and high,

heart was like to break, And the red was on your lip, Mary, and the When the hunger-pain was gnawing there and lovelight in your eye.


I bless you for the pleasant word when

your The place is little changed, Mary, the day is

heart was sad and sore; bright as then,

Oh, I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, where The lark's loud song is in my ear and the grief can sting no more.

corn is green again ; But I miss the soft clasp of your hand and I'm bidding you a long farewell, my Mary your breath warm on my cheek,

kind and true, And I still keep listening for the words you But I'll not forget you, darling, in the land nevermore may speak.

I'm going to;

I'M sitting on the stile, Mary, where we sat

you hid it for

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