Poems . river away to the , too, swerved from their course;and, entering the Bayou of Plaquemine, EVANGELINE. Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters,Which, like a network of steel, ex-tended in every their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypressMet in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid airWaved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the heronsHome to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset,Or by the owl as he greeted the moon with demoniac laughte
Poems . river away to the , too, swerved from their course;and, entering the Bayou of Plaquemine, EVANGELINE. Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters,Which, like a network of steel, ex-tended in every their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypressMet in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid airWaved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the heronsHome to their roosts in the cedar-trees returning at sunset,Or by the owl as he greeted the moon with demoniac the moonlight was as it | glanced and gleamed on the water, *Gleamed on the columns of cypress and cedar sustaining the arches, KDown through whose broken vaults it fell as through chinks in a , andindistinct, and strange f were all things around them;And oer their spirits there came a feeling of wonder and sadness,—Strange forebodings of ill, unseen and that cannot be iW 54 EVANGELINE. As, at the tramp of a horses hoof on the turf of the prairies,Far in advance are closed the leaves of the shrinking mimosa,So, at the hoof-beats of fate, with sad forebodings of evil,Shrinks and closes the heart, ere the stroke of doom has attained Evangelines heart was sustained by a vision, that faintlyFloated before her eyes, and beckoned her on through the was the thought of her brain that assumed the shape of a those shadowy aisles had Gabriel wandered before her,And every stroke of the oar now brought him nearer and nearer. Then in his place at the prow of the boat, rose one of the oarsmen,And, as a signal sound, if others like them on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang,Breaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues to the above them the banners of moss just stirred to the
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