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Poetry | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 110 SOUTHWARD HO
slow to forgive Rolfe, one of his subjects, for the audacity which
led him to marry the princess of Virginia."
By the way, you have yourself made Smith an object of the
love of Pocahontas."
It was the sin of my youth ; and was the natural use to be
made of the subject when treating it in verse."
Come�as one of your contributions to our evening, give
us your legend. Miss Burroughs will no doubt be pleased to
hear it, and your verse may very well serve as a relief to our
prose."
What do you say, Selina ?"
Oh ! by all means � the legend."
To hear is to obey."
The circle closed about me, and, with many natural misgivings,
and a hesitation which is my peculiar infirmity, I delivered my-
self as well as I could of the fabrication which follows :�

POCAHONTAS; A LEGEND OF VIRGINIA.
I.
LIGHT was her heart and sweet her smile,
The dusky maid of forest-bower,
Ere yet the stranger's step of guile
Bore one soft beauty from the flower ;
The wild girl of an Indian vale,
A child, with all of woman's seeming, �
And if her cheek be less than pale,
'Twas with the life-blood through it streaming.
Soft was the light that fill'd her eye,
And grace was in her every motion,
Her voice was touching, like the sigh,
When passion first becomes devotion ;�
And worship still was hers�her sire
Beloved and fear'd, a prince of power,
Whose simplest word or glance of ire
Still made a thousand warriors cower.
Not such her sway,�yet not the less,
Because it better pleased to bless,
And won its rule by gentleness;
Among a savage people, still
She kept from savage moods apart,
And thought of crime, and dream of ill
Had never sway'd her maiden heart.