II

All motionless as rock he stood, as firm as granite stone, By Etiwando's silent tide, in silence all alone; His bosom heaving as the tide of Etiwando's flood, His forehead swollen by the veins, big with revengeful blood; His dark eyes quivered with a light--O God! how strongly fix'd They were on time, on space, and seemed as with a devil mix'd; As motionless he stood as gazed upon the rising day, And seem to speak, and did not speak, but yet his heard did say: