THE OLD-SQUAW. 



ALL the coast in white is covered 

 Dark-limbed pines snow burdens bear 

 Sea rocks growing thick with fucus 

 Hide beneath an icy glare ! 



Out beyond, the waves are surging, 



Darkly, slowly, changing form 

 While the sea-breeze lulled and quiet 



Waits the coming of the storm. 



See the snow-flakes light descending, 



Floating down from leaden sky. 

 Listen ! o'er the waves a sound comes, 



Ah-ar-luk, the old-squaw's cry. 



Low and mellow comes an answer 



From the flock out in the bay, 

 And the swift bird hears the greeting, 



Turns and throws aloft the spray. 



Warm his feathers, cheery-hearted, 



What cares he for wintry cold ? 

 Gay companion always welcomed, 



Feelings all in singing told. 

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