106 MONUMENT MOUNTAIN. Below her-waters resting in the embrace She gazed upon it long, and at the sight And the hill shadows long, she threw herself From the steep rock and perished. There was scooped, Upon the mountain's southern slope, a grave; And there they laid her, in the very garb With which the maiden decked herself for death, And o'er the mould that covered her, the tribe Of small loose stones. Thenceforward, all who passed, THE MURDERED TRAVELLER. WHEN spring, to woods and wastes around, Brought bloom and joy again, The murdered traveller's bones were found, The fragrant birch, above him, hung Her tassels in the sky; And many a vernal blossom sprung, And nodded careless by. The red-bird warbled, as he wrought But there was weeping far away, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim. They little knew, who loved him so, When shouting o'er the desert snow 108 THE MURDERED TRAVELLER Nor how, when round the frosty pole The northern dawn was red, The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead ; Nor how, when strangers found his bones, And marked his grave with nameless stones, But long they looked, and feared, and wept, And dreamed, and started as they slept, So long they looked--but never spied Nor knew the fearful death he died Far down that narrow glen. SONG OF THE GREEK AMAZON. I BUCKLE to my slender side And in my maiden flower and pride And yonder stands my fiery steed, I took him from the routed foe. My mirror is the mountain spring, At which I dress my ruffled hair; It was for one-oh, only one— I kept its bloom, and he is dead. But they who slew him--unaware Of coward murderers lurking nigh- And left him to the fowls of air, 110 SONG OF THE GREEK AMAZON. They slew him—and my virgin years Are vowed to Greece and vengeance now, And many an Othman dame, in tears, Shall rue the Grecian maiden's vow. I touched the lute in better days, I led in dance the joyous band; Whose hands can touch a lover's hand. |