. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 20 She was the beautiful Inez— A maiden of noble birth;No fairer form than hers was there In all the zones of earth. One year before she came From silvery Guadalquivir,Never to strike the sweet guitar Again upon that river. Don Rodriga, her brother, A hunter devoid of fear,Was far away in the mountains, Trailing the bear and the deer. Stealthily as the hungry wolf Steals on the fawn at play,Eagle-Eye scaled the picket walls And bore her, captive, away. Into the silent forest, Where wingless shadows lie, Where solitude trails her somber skirts
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 20 She was the beautiful Inez— A maiden of noble birth;No fairer form than hers was there In all the zones of earth. One year before she came From silvery Guadalquivir,Never to strike the sweet guitar Again upon that river. Don Rodriga, her brother, A hunter devoid of fear,Was far away in the mountains, Trailing the bear and the deer. Stealthily as the hungry wolf Steals on the fawn at play,Eagle-Eye scaled the picket walls And bore her, captive, away. Into the silent forest, Where wingless shadows lie, Where solitude trails her somber skirtsAnd owls at mid-day fly— Into the sullen forest They led the helpless one,Nor left the trail of moccasin, Nor heard the fire of gun. 21. 22 And when the morning dawned, The captive and the threeHad journeyed in silence many a league Toward the Big Elm Tree. For there Po-ko-ma was killed By heartless Rodriga,And thither they followed a winding trail, For many a sun-lit day. ^j hj ^ * * ^ * Septembers sun had lost The glare of August days,And goldenrod in wealth of bloom Hedged in the fields of maize. On stagnant pond and sluggish stream, And on the dank lagoonWhere lily-pads were motionless, The lilies were in bloom When she who once had lived In halls beyond the tideKnelt, a captive, under the tree Where young Po-ko-ma died. As Eagle-Eye bent his bow He scowled, and only said:Blood for blood was the old-time law That turned our fathers red. 23 Thus died the beautiful maidenWho came from over the sea— Came from the Susquehanna—Came to the Big Elm Tree. agan Then all was Und Elm Tree ;eavesHave v, &d of tragedy.
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