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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Pocahontas, by Virginia Carter Castleman
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+Title: Pocahontas
+       A Poem
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+Author: Virginia Carter Castleman
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+Posting Date: October 24, 2011 [EBook #9985]
+Release Date: February, 2006
+First Posted: November 5, 2003
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS ***
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+POCAHONTAS
+
+A Poem
+
+By
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+Virginia Carter Castleman
+
+
+
+To Anita.
+
+
+
+
+  DEDICATION.
+
+
+  Virginia! Mother State--thy name beloved
+  By every patriot for its music sweet--
+  I lay this lowly tribute at thy feet,
+  One leaf, perchance, upon thy wreath of fame.
+
+  V.C.C.
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+
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+  POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+  (A descriptive narrative poem in eight parts.)
+
+
+  1. The Little Princess.
+  2. The Wizard.
+  3. Smith and Newport.
+  4. Coronation of Powhatan.
+  5. Guardian Angel.
+  6. The Parting.
+  7. Pocahontas and John Rolfe.
+  8. London Town.
+
+
+
+
+  I.
+
+
+  THE LITTLE PRINCESS.
+
+
+  Many dark-eyed children played among the rushes
+  By the waters of the inland, plain-like marshes,
+  Made them water babies of the tall brown cattails,
+  Cradled in the baskets of the plaited willows.
+  Of them all was none more gleeful, none more artless
+  Than the little Matoax,[FN#1] dearest of the daughters
+  Of the mighty Werowance,[FN#2] Powhatan the warrior
+  Ruler of the tribes, from whom was named the river
+  And the wigwam village and the dark-skinned natives.
+  None in all the land, from mountain unto sea,
+  None more brave, more stern, and none more feared than he.
+  Dear to him the chase, the war, the trembling captives,
+  And the rustling pines whose fragrance filled the air--
+  Ah! 'Twas in the Springtime, and the world was fair.
+
+
+
+  [FN#1]  Matoax, tribal name of Pocahontas.
+
+  [FN#2]  Werowance, ruler or chief.
+
+
+
+  Evening came; the tired earth had dropped asleep,
+  Born the Maytide night in silence calm and deep,
+  Bright in azure vault of heaven the twinkling stars
+  Vigils kept, as lover over his beloved.
+  Only one sound the twilight stillness broke upon,
+  Crooning of Indian mother to her babe.
+  Fainter grew the mother-song, and died away;
+  Then, as if inspired by oft-repeated strain,
+  Suddenly a mocking-bird took up refrain--
+  New World nightingale whose joyous warbling thrills
+  Hearts responsive to the clear, melodious trills.
+  Did the music fall upon unheeding ears
+  Of the Indian hunters as they slumbering lay?
+  Rather in their dreams those forest natives heard
+  Echoes of the warrior's triumphant song
+  In that hunting-ground where sings the deathless bird.
+
+
+
+
+
+  POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+  (Prelude.)
+
+
+  Softly flowed the current of an ancient river
+  Where it circled wide three beauteous emerald isles,
+  Ceaseless lapped the waves upon the pebbled shore,
+  Fringed with willows silvery, drooping evermore.
+  High upon the beach an Indian village stood,
+  Twelve low wigwams built upon the seasoned wood.
+  Dark-eyed squaws the noonday meal prepared
+  For the lordly hunters who on bounty fared.
+  Winter's chase was over, each hunter smoked in peace
+  (Joy in heart that Spring at length had brought release).
+  In the open doorway, whence his proud glance strayed
+  From the tentyard where the quiet papoose played
+  To the newly bladed corn, the sassafras,
+  Dearer than his life the love of Matoax.
+  Like the morning sunbeam was her smile, and frequent,
+  Like the rippling water was her happy laughter,
+  In her eyes the sparkle of the evening planet,
+  And her lips were red as brightest coral.
+  Day by day she grew in grace of form and beauty,
+  Till to where the river meets the rolling sea,
+  Spread her fame as loveliest of Indian maidens.
+  Born a princess of the forest, born to rule--
+  Rule the hearts of men with chains of love--was she.
+
+  Springtime into summer passed, with wild rose wreaths
+  Maidens decked the princess' raven locks;
+  But in Autumn played they with the yellow corn;
+  And in Winter oft on snowshoes circled round.
+
+  "Maidens, come, we'll to the chase away, away!
+  Sing aloud with glee our blithesome roundelay,
+  Blow our mimic bugles till the echoes ring,
+  Over hill and dale the startled warriors bring,
+  Gathering around the campfire we will make the night
+  Gay with song, dancing within the mystic light."
+
+  Thus cried Matoax-Pocahontas--princess proud.
+  On her dark locks placed a squaw the stag horns curved,
+  Bound them fast with chains of pearly tinted shells,
+  Threw a deerskin mantle o'er the rounded limbs,
+  Hung upon her back the quiver full of arrows.
+  Score of dusky maidens formed the royal guard,
+  With their painted bodies and their flowing hair
+  Untamed creatures of the forest crouched they there,
+  Will-o'-wisp-like, darting, hiding, re-appearing,
+  Silently they waited signal for the chase.
+  Word was given, the mimic bugle shrilly blew,
+  Echoing through the glades, whose startled denizens
+  Suddenly grew still, the squirrel on the bough,
+  Quivering deer, the otter in his secret cave.
+  Indian maids with look intent upon the goal,
+  Savage yells restrained, upon the chase set forth,
+  Swift, with noiseless feet the chieftain's teepee sought.
+
+
+
+  II.
+
+
+  THE WIZARD.
+
+
+  Opekankano, the White Man's deadly foe,
+  Treacherous brother of the Wahunsunakok,[FN#3]
+  Long had lain in wait to wreak his horrid vengeance
+  For the kidnapping of Indians by explorers,
+  By those traders who had lust for slaves and gold.
+  Years had passed since first the Red Man heard the story,
+  Years in which the White Man's blood full forfeit paid,
+  Paid in shipwreck, exile, famine, toil, and anguish
+  All the debt of crime upon his kinsmen laid;
+  Yet did Opekankano forget not ever,
+  And he nursed his old-time hate in secret cunning
+  Till the White Face in his ship should come again.
+
+
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+  [FN#3]  Wahunsunakok, kingly title of Powhatan.
+
+
+
+  Soon he came, the Brave, with few Pale Faces by him,
+  With a friendly Indian for his only guide,
+  At the White Oak Swamp, beside the Chickahominy,
+  There did the Pamunkeys meet him, slew his comrades,
+  Brought him captive bound to Opekankano.
+  Him they slew not, for he was the White Man's Wizard,
+  All the land his fame, his mighty prowess knew,
+  And the Red Man sought to learn his wondrous magic,
+  Ere they led him tortured to the cruel stake.
+
+  'Twas in Wintertime, the snow lay on the ground,
+  Brightly shone the sun upon Virginia's forests.
+  Evergreens--the holly and the running-pine--
+  Made of woods a Christmas bower to put in mind
+  Captive of his boyhood home in Lincolnshire.
+  Merrie England! far away thou seemed then
+  Unto him whose heart beat true to thee. Friendless
+  Stood the Brave amid that horde of savages;
+  Yet undaunted was his mien, his brow serene.
+  Cruel eyes leered at his wounds, and eager
+  Were the hands that lured him on to horrid death.
+
+  Lo! with simple wiles the Brave defied his fate,
+  Held to curious gaze one weapon yet untried--
+  Ivory compass 'twas to him, the Wizard's wand
+  To the untutored in the lore of pathless deep.
+  Quivering needle pointed to lode star above,
+  While he taught them by his gestures plain how move
+  Planets in their heavenly appointed spheres.
+
+  Red Man's wonder grew to awe, to shivering fear
+  Of that Spirit World whence came mysterious stranger.
+  Opekankano that hour revenge forgot,
+  Signal gave his men the death dance to delay,
+  Unto Werowocomoco haste away,
+  Powhatan the final sentence to impose.
+  Far behind them left Pamukeys hills and dales,
+  Journeyed with their captives to the lowlands wide,
+  Where the Charles[FN#4] curved outward to the noble Bay.
+
+
+
+  [FN#4]  Charles, later the York River.
+
+
+
+  In his long wigwam sat Wahunsunakok,
+  Royal robe of raccoon skins about him wrapped.
+  Many squaws, fantastic dressed, behind him seated,
+  While in front unbroken line of warriors stood.
+  Painted bodies, eagle feathers, tomahawks,
+  Showing Red Man's warfare, customs of the race.
+  Silently they waited the coming of the Brave.
+  This the message sent by Opekankano:
+  "White Face Wizard is at last the Red Man's prey,
+  Let the death feast be prepared for him, unless
+  Powhatan desire to set the captive free,
+  Since from Spirit World he comes mysteriously."
+
+  Deathfeast was prepared, scarce had the captive come
+  Than at sumptuous banquet was he rudely placed.
+  Limbs unbound, once more the hope of freedom swelled
+  In his breast; clear was his mind and keen his eye;
+  Quickly he surveyed the scene, beheld the squaws,
+  Saw the warriors guarding Wahunsunakok,
+  Closely watched by wily Opekankano,
+  Last the death feast--well he knew the woeful sign--
+  Sickened then his stomach at the sight of food,
+  Yet hard pressed, he urged him to the hateful task,
+  Made pretence of eating slow the while his brain
+  Rapidly was planning to escape his doom.
+  Weapons none had he, e'en gone the ivory compass
+  And the pistol that erstwhile had terrified
+  Superstitious foes, the bullets long since hid
+  In the breast of more than one bloodthirsty savage.
+
+  While he mused, the awful stillness of the place
+  Sudden changed--Hark to the note of bugle shrill!
+  List to the gleeful song and to the rythmic tread
+  Of the woodnymphs circling round the phalanx grim,
+  Even to the feet of Wahunsunakok.
+  Eagle eye of Powhatan grew brighter yet,
+  And his stern old visage softened as he gazed
+  On the laughing princess and her retinue--
+  Happy maidens breathless from the daring chase.
+  Stately head he bent, but spoke no word of greeting,
+  Powerful hand he raised, with single gesture bade
+  Solemn silence of the curious, motley throng.
+
+  Quickly mirth of Pocahontas died away,
+  And her lightning glance at once did stray
+  Meeting gaze direct and true, yet fond withal,
+  Of those eyes whose strange, mysterious power cast
+  Spell upon her heart, that thrilled to swift response.
+  Dark eyes softened, flashed again with sudden fire,
+  Pocahontas stood entranced, as in a dream,
+  Watched the heavy stones laid on the hardened earth,
+  Saw the Brave led forth, the tomahawk upraised--
+  Awful moment's hush was pierced by anguished cry,
+  As around the captive's neck her arms were flung,
+  Precious life to save, the maiden's one desire.
+
+  Sign from chieftain stayed descent of bloody axe,
+  Guiding hand of princess led the captive forward--
+  "Sire, he's mine," she cried, "Adopt him for thy son,
+  If thou Matoax lovest best of all thine own."
+  Powhatan thus answered to the lovely maid,
+  "'Tis thy wish, Matoax; the Wizard's life be spared;
+  From henceforth we name him 'son'; his people ours;
+  Let the Brave be called for aye a Powhatan!"
+  Mighty shout ascended from the watching throng,
+  As the Saxon and the Indian princess stood
+  Hand in hand before the Wahunsunakok.
+  Presently a guide was sent to take the Wizard
+  Back to Jamestown, where long weeks they'd mourned him dead.
+
+
+
+  III.
+
+
+  SMITH AND NEWPORT.
+
+
+  News of Smith's escape from cruel death ere long
+  Reached the eager ears of England's Scottish king
+  (He who wrote the scathing Counterblast to smoke),
+  And he straightway sent a brilliant scarlet robe
+  Present for the Indian "Emperor Powhatan,"
+  Ordering that the royal native should be crowned.
+
+  "On fool's errand dost thou come, Captain Newport,"
+  Quoth John Smith with rising ire as he read
+  Quaintly worded mandate from across the sea.
+  "What is this that we must vainly search for next?
+  'Gold mines, South Sea Islands, and lost colonists!'
+  Daily have we much ado to keep ourselves,
+  What with starving, mutiny, and Indian raids,
+  Questions vexed that keep our minds from roving far
+  From these palisades our toiling hands have reared,
+  Come, Newport, we'll set our wits to work at once
+  To unravel from this web of words the sense
+  That our monarch would impart.
+  Come, sit you down,
+  Let us gaily fill our pipes with fragrant weed
+  Such as natives grow--perchance its soothing power
+  Anger will assuage; vexations disappear
+  In these wreaths of smoke King James will never see!
+
+  "Of one thing be thou assured," said Newport, smiling--
+  "That King James will at your hands (through me) require
+  Full account of crowning of the Werowance,
+  Cost of every gift bestowed upon the chief,
+  Or upon that charming Princess Pocahontas,
+  Rumor couples with your name, Sir President!"
+
+  "Nay, Newport, a child in years, the bright-eyed maid,
+  Yet with heart of gold and mother wit
+  Working e'er to save our colony from ruin.
+  He who dares vile slander make or evil think
+  Is unworthy woman's love or England's trust."
+
+  "No offense was meant," the Captain quick replied,
+  "'Tis romantic tale, and still a nine days' wonder,
+  You, the noble victim of a murderous plot,
+  Maiden's fancy but the arbiter of fate."
+
+  "Idle Gossip hath her day," Smith slowly said--
+  "Let us plan to carry out the crowning farce,
+  May it serve to charm the haughty Powhatan,
+  As it pleases England's monarch for the time.
+  Yes, the scarlet robe will dazzle Indian chief,
+  An' it is your wish to make of him a clown.
+  'Tis a trifling matter that; more serious far
+  Charges given you by the London Company,
+  Who from distant lands know naught, in truth,
+  Of the frontier hardships, of the settler's needs.
+  Can you not inform them in the plainest terms
+  Of the falseness of the accusations made?
+  Stay! myself will write them and boldly refute
+  All their calumnies; set forth details in order,
+  Calling 'spade a spade'--'twill be my 'Answer Rude.'"[FN#5]
+
+
+
+  [FN#5]  Smith's "Rude Answer," sent as a refutation of charges made by
+  the London Company at the instigation of his enemies.
+
+
+
+  "It were wiser, Mr. President, for you
+  Moderation still to use, although in part
+  Truth be veiled; the Company it pleaseth not
+  Always to be told of factions in our midst.
+  Even though you, the foremost man, the brave explorer,
+  Much have suffered, many ills have yet to bear,
+  Still be patient, for the darkest clouds will lift,
+  Future sunlight blaze your name on history's pages,
+  As the Saviour of the English colony--
+  Fair Virginia! Raleigh's life-long hope and passion,
+  Vast and proud possession of the Virgin Queen.
+  You alone, Sir President, command the power
+  Simple natives of this beauteous land to sway,
+  Tribes to hold in check; these struggling homes to foster,
+  Realizing dream of years, desire of nations.
+  You alone hold key to knowledge of this country,
+  For the which bold science will reward you well."
+
+  "Key to knowledge?--It is here," Smith made reply,
+  Holding up to view his lately finished maps,
+  Work of months at cost of body and of brain.
+  "Here," he added, lifting closely written sheets,
+  "Look! first draft of this, my "Generall Historie."[FN#6]
+
+
+
+  [FN#6]  Smith's "Generall Historie" pub. in England in 1624.
+
+
+
+  "Patience yet must have her limit, trusty friend,
+  Comes the time for action, e'en to men of peace,
+  Maps and Historie and Answer Rude shall form
+  Trio to convince the London Company."
+
+
+
+  IV.
+
+  CORONATION OF POWHATAN.
+
+
+  It was near the time of Indian Summer in the land,
+  Mellow haze pervaded earth and sky and sea,
+  White sails drifting over waters calm were mirrored
+  In the blue. The seagulls followed swiftly on.
+  Up James River glided in their well-manned barge
+  Captains twain in search of Wahunsunakok.
+  Heaped on either bank they saw the golden corn,
+  Store of Winter food, the bread the settlers craved,
+  Bartering kettles, beads, and ribbons gay to squaws,
+  And to warriors--hatchets, knives, and sometimes guns.
+  Where the river softly curved around the isles,
+  Boatmen spied the village of the Powhatans
+  Partly hid by bending willows on the shore.
+  "Virginia, earth's Paradise, methinks," quoth Smith,
+  Following with his keen eyes past the river's bend
+  To the distant slopes where dark pines touched the sky.
+  "On the morrow we'll explore these upper channels
+  Where the air breathes health, to mountains penetrate,
+  Seek a site whereon to build some future day
+  City that shall vie with Old World's leading marts
+  In its beauty and its splendor.
+  Visions bright
+  Picture New World's temples rise in glorious might.
+  Let us name this city-in-the-wilds Nonesuch!"[FN#7]
+
+
+
+  [FN#7]  Nonesuch, site chosen by Smith for the city later
+  built a few miles away and named Richmond.
+
+
+
+  Newport, better versed in ways of England's Court,
+  Less enthused with spirit of adventure, said,
+  "It were wiser name yon city-in-the-wilds
+  For some Earl or Duke in royal favor high,
+  Who might coffers pinch and weighty influence lend
+  To the furtherance of those dreams that grip the brain
+  Of the Company's substitute, Sir President."
+  'Neath the shadowy willows did they moor the barge,
+  Stopped ashore, the captains and their followers.
+  In his wigwam Powhatan received in state
+  August visitors, inquiring errand there.
+  When they told him England's monarch wished him crowned
+  "Emperor Powhatan," had presents sent forsooth,
+  Indian chieftain stood erect in proud disdain,
+  "I am king" his look, his manner plainly said,
+  "King of people who are natives in this land
+  White Man covets--mine the power to give or keep."
+
+  "'Tis but token of our love for you," said Smith,
+  While unfolding, spreading wide the scarlet robe.
+  "Look! this mantle sent to please your Royal Highness,
+  This, the golden crown to place upon your head
+  When it suits your pleasure, mighty Werowance,
+  Wilt not take the gift of love from me, your 'son,'
+  Whom from death you saved--you and Princess brave?
+  Pocahontas, too, we have remembered well--
+  See this coral necklace with her name engraved."
+
+  Nearer drew the forest monarch, visage brightening
+  As upon the gorgeous robe he fixed his gaze,
+  And with eager fingers felt the texture soft.
+  Glittering crown he lifted (it was burnished brass!),
+  Eyed with keen approval, nodding his assent.
+  Newport tried to make the Werowance kneel--in vain!
+  Indian will not bow, he lowering frowns instead,
+  Until Pocahontas, gliding forth, did place
+  Hand upon her sire's arm, and whisper low
+  Words none other heard but Wahunsunakok--
+  Smiled the haughty warrior then and slowly knelt,
+  While they put on him the royal robe and crown,
+  Princess deftly slipped from place the Indian mantle,
+  Raccoon skin, with tails for fringe, exchange of gifts
+  Which it pleased him to bestow on Brother King
+  As a token of his favor and esteem.
+
+  Smith with outstretched hands and words of gratitude,
+  Called to him the maiden, she but shyly came,
+  Spoke in broken English words she knew--"My Father!"
+  While he named her tenderly, "My dearest child,"
+  Gently clasped around her neck the coral chain,
+  Leading her to Newport, and in louder tones:
+  "Captain, this the maid who risked her life for mine."
+  Gallantly the Captain bowed and kissed the hand
+  Of the Princess, murmuring praises Pocahontas
+  Understood not fully.
+  Then they bade adieu,
+  Planning to set forth straightway; but Powhatan
+  Urged them to remain until the morn and feast,
+  Smoke the pipe of peace before they sailed away.
+
+
+
+  V.
+
+  GUARDIAN ANGEL.
+
+
+  "Corn we need, and plenty, too," spoke Captain Smith,
+  Frowning as he laid his hand upon his sword.
+  "Promise we have kept, to send you builders four,
+  But you've failed us, Powhatan, would let us starve
+  For the want of food while you have plenteous store.
+  Trade in copper or in household goods we offer,
+  But the swords and guns you ask for in exchange
+  None may part with; for these weapons are to us
+  What your bows and arrows are to you, forsooth---
+  Means to gain our living--or to slay our foes!
+  Heed you not our words, we'll find some other way
+  Grain to garner; but with you our friendship ends."
+
+  Masterful the tone, backed by the weapon raised--
+  Wily Powhatan was moved to shift his ground,
+  Waiting squaws he bade to fill with yellow corn
+  Dozen baskets that were speedy set in row
+  'Twixt the Werowance and the doughty President.
+  Parleying ensued, a second plea for guns,
+  Guns and swords; but Smith stood firm, with darkening eye
+  Waiting the arrival of his gallant men,
+  Score of whom were left to break the river's ice,
+  For 'twas Winter and the fear of "Starving Time"
+  Was assuaged by courage and by tactics bold
+  Such as President alone could well employ.
+
+  Powhatan with baffled look and stealthy stride
+  Sudden vanished from the room, leaving squaws.
+  Side by side the English stood with pointed weapons,
+  Eyes fixed on the open door whence swiftly came
+  Savage warriors rushing madly on their prey.
+  Fell the foremost dead; a second leaped and fell;
+  Halted all at smell of powder, sight of smoke,
+  Turned and fled with superstitions dread o'er-come.
+  Speedily arrived the sailors and the soldiers
+  Smith had summoned.
+  At his word a guard detailed
+  Watched the Indians while they carried to the barge
+  Baskets piled with corn, provisions dearly bought.
+
+  "Here will we rest till morning dawns," the Captain said,
+  "In this outpost rude well wait the rising of the tide,
+  Russell, comrade brave, and West, and Percy, too,
+  Stay with me, a guard at door; the rest away!
+  Corn to watch, the stranded barge, the pinnace there."
+
+  Round the open fire they sat them down awhile--
+  On such gruesome night they had no thought for sleep.
+  Powhatan now sent a present to the Captain,
+  Bracelet to appease the fiery White Man's wrath;
+  Soon some Indians came to bring them venison,
+  Feast they much enjoyed despite their secret doubts.
+  Scarce had natives left when through the cabin door
+  Pocahontas stepped with wild-eyed countenance,
+  Wrung her hands and cried, "Beware the Powhatans!
+  Seek your ships; my people plot your lives to take--
+  Would you live, begone from here, no more delay!"
+  Her tears brave Pocahontas could no longer stay.
+
+  Uprose Smith, advanced in haste to greet the maid--
+  "Guardian Angel! fear not for the White Men's lives;
+  We will heed your warning; it is not in vain;
+  With these guns and swords we're safe until the dawn,
+  And with high tide will our men and ships depart.
+  Stay not thou, I pray, since peril lurks for thee,
+  Friend of White Man! to thy teepee hie thee back,
+  Wait and watch and pray, as we shall surely do,
+  Till the night shall pass and come the break of day."
+
+  "Fare-thee-well, Great Spirit guard thee, Friends!" she cried--
+  Back to the Indian village Pocahontas fled.
+  Despite her warning and their dread, the Red Men came not;
+  For they feared the wakeful foe, the magic guns,--
+  Kept in hiding for the time.
+  At faintest dawn
+  English sought the pinnace, homeward made their way.
+
+
+
+  VI.
+
+
+  THE PARTING.
+
+
+  In the meadow by the brooklet was the wigwam
+  Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who to Matoax
+  From her childhood oft had taught the folklore,
+  Tales of olden days beside the roaring ocean
+  Where the White Man's ships were wrecked beside the beach,
+  Where through pine woods roamed at will the stalwart Red Men--
+  Accomacks and Chesapeacks and Potomekes,
+  Tappahannocks, Wangoags, Payankatankas,
+  And the giants of the North, Sasquesahannocks,
+  And the Roanoaks from the magnolia Southlands.
+  How they fought and how they were united,
+  How the Powhatan his mighty rule extended--
+  All these things the old squaw told the maiden.
+
+  Under the mimosa sat Matoax often,
+  While she listened to the old squaw's wondrous tales,
+  learned from her to trace the beadwork patterns deftly
+  On the moccasins or on the women's mantles;
+  But of all the stories Winganameo told her,
+  None the maiden loved to hear so oft repeated
+  As the legend of the lost ones of Croatan,[FN#8]
+  And the island where the blue-eyed children lived.
+  Thus it was that Pocahontas heard of English
+  Long before she looked upon the strange Pale Faces,
+  Dreamed of them as little lower than the angels,
+  With the wisdom of the ages blessed.
+
+
+
+  [FN#8]  Refers to the "Lost Colony of Roanoke, 1587,"
+  (see Hawk's History of North Carolina).
+
+
+
+  To the wigwam by the brooklet came the Princess
+  Oft at evening; told to Winganameo softly
+  How the English called her "Guardian Angel," loved her,
+  Gave her presents, daily asked her to their homes.
+  Winganameo nodded sagely as she listened,
+  But she spoke a word of warning to the Princess:
+  "Let not Pale Face bring unto you sorrow, Matoax;
+  As a mother I have watched you coming, going,
+  Princess born, 'tis many a warrior would wed you,
+  Better could you find a male among your own;
+  For the Pale Face is not of us, is a stranger;
+  Though he love you, he will leave you for his people,
+  And his home beyond the sea.
+  I have seen it,
+  Often have I seen it, watched him sail away
+  Nevermore returning.
+  Heed my words, O, Daughter!"
+
+  Pocahontas listened, but her lips replied not,
+  All her heart was mirrored in her dreaming eyes,
+  As she sat with folded hands beneath the shadow
+  Of mimosa branches with their pink-hued blossoms
+  Making fairy canopy above her head.
+
+  While they sat together in the twilight hour
+  Came to them a messenger direct from Jamestown,
+  Indian hunter, many a mile he'd walked to tell
+  To his people that the Wizard brave lay wounded
+  Unto death within his cabin, nursed by soldiers
+  Who would take him soon across the sea to England.
+
+  Pocahontas heard the tidings, listening quiet,
+  But with bated breath--spoke to Winganameo,
+  Saying, "We must go, mayhap the Captain needs us."
+  And the old squaw whispered back to her in following,
+  "Unto Jamestown we will go together, Daughter."
+  So they journeyed onward through the field and forest,
+  While the silver moonbeams fitful shadows made
+  On their pathway, till they reached the settlers' country,
+  Saw the palisades and houses of the English.
+  "Father," cried the Princess, kneeling by the bedside
+  Of the sometime President, who suffering lay--
+  "Art thou wounded sore, and is it true they say
+  That to England thou must go, or life's in danger?
+  Winganameo comes to nurse thee at my bidding,
+  She the old squaw of my people hath much knowledge,
+  Many wounded, sick to death has helped to cure--
+  Must thou go across the distant waters, Father?"
+
+  Scarcely had the wounded Captain strength to answer,
+  But he feebly placed his hand upon her head,
+  "Child, 'tis true indeed, that I am past your aid,
+  And must seek for London surgery, since the wound
+  From explosion of the powder festers sore;
+  Hence I leave our well-loved colony for England--
+  If I live I'll come again unto Virginia.
+  Pocahontas! first as little maid I saw thee,
+  Into noble womanhood I've watched thee growing,
+  Few and fleeting are the years we've known each other,
+  Thou hast ever been the White Man's loyal friend.
+  Keep the trust I give thee with my parting blessing.
+  Still defend these homes, make peace among thy people,
+  God reward thee, Princess, in the days to come."
+
+  Fainter grew his breath from pain, the watching soldiers
+  Motioned her away, she turned from them in silence,
+  Followed by the old squaw, glided from the cabin.
+  Tears came not that day, despair was in her heart,
+  Dark the future to the lonely Indian maid.
+
+
+
+  VII.
+
+
+  POCAHONTAS AND JOHN ROLFE.
+
+
+  Swiftly passed two years; the colony was saved
+  From dire ruin by Lord Delaware's arrival
+  With supplies and words of cheer, with thankful prayers
+  Unto heaven for rescue from the "Starving Time."
+  But the Indians had resentful grown meanwhile,
+  Pocahontas long had vanished from their ken,
+  Said the settlers questioned of the Princess' fate.
+
+  Once again the colonists took courage, throve
+  'Neath the strong rule of "High Marshall" Thomas Dale.
+  Argall bold began to open trade once more
+  With the tribes; the Potomekes he cruised among,
+  Learned from them that Pocahontas was their guest,
+  Bribed a squaw to bring her to the waiting ship,
+  Carried her away to Jamestown as a hostage--
+  Not unwilling hostage to the English race,
+  Which she loved, though weaned from her childhood's ardor.
+
+  Day by day she came and went among the settlers
+  With a noiseless step, with gentle courtesy
+  That soon won for her the friendship of her captors.
+  Children loved her, played with her among the flowers
+  Growing wild in woodland and in meadows;
+  And she wove them flower baskets of the rushes
+  By the shallow pools within the wide brown marshes.
+  Oftener she sat beside the open doorway
+  With her beadwork, and her skilful fingers plying
+  Deftly back and forth upon the wooden frame,
+  Fashioned wondrous patterns of the brightest colors
+  For the moccasins and dresses of the women.
+
+  It was thus that Rolfe, the English planter saw her,
+  And the picture of the maiden at her beadwork
+  Haunted long his memory as he sat alone
+  In the home bereft of woman's love and care.
+  Long he mused and sadly on his mournful fortunes
+  Since the fateful shipwreck on Bermuda's shore
+  That had left him lonely, left a gloomy shadow
+  On his New World home.
+  Then he broke the silence:
+  "Others who have loved and lost to grief consent not.
+  Rouse them from their sorrow unto nobler purpose.
+  Well I know that melancholy claims the captive,
+  Marks the trembling hostage for its own--
+  Alas!
+  Often have I seen her steal away at twilight
+  To the cabin rude where once he lived, her hero,
+  Where of yore his voice had welcomed her in greeting;
+  Or again, when none is by to watch her mourning
+  For the old days when she roamed a princess free,
+  I myself have overheard her quiet weeping.
+  She is lonely, needs a strong arm to protect her--
+  Dare I then, a Saxon, wed an Indian maiden?
+  Lo! I see the future brightening, love and peace
+  In these walls abiding; and for aye united
+  Conquering and conquered races of our land.
+  Yes, in years to come Virginia shall bless me,
+  Children proud their lineage trace to Pocahontas
+  Princess royal of the native Powhatans.
+  Wake, John Rolfe, from idle dreaming! Simple wooing
+  Better suits the brave man's case than castle-building.
+  Friends will mock, no doubt, the sober planter's fancy,
+  And the maid herself refuse to hear my pleading;
+  Yet I dare to risk the White Man's scorning even,
+  In such cause--with me decision's half the battle."
+
+  Pocahontas at the doorway saw him coming,
+  Saw his shadow fall upon the broidered beading,
+  And her nimble lingers paused, she upward glanced,
+  Radiant smile came swiftly as she met his gaze,
+  For he oft had spoke her kindly since her advent
+  As a maid forlorn to dwell at once-loved Jamestown.
+  Rolfe sat down beside her, questioning Pocahontas
+  Of her kindred, of the tribes that lived about them,
+  Of her playmates in the pretty upland village,
+  Of the warriors who had fought (and died in fighting)
+  For the Red Man's country, for the Powhatans.
+  Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who had taught her,
+  Of the young bucks who had danced around the campfires.
+
+  Thus at length spoke Rolfe in softened tones and serious:
+  "Pocahontas, I am lonely. Many times
+  Moons have waxed and waned since first I landed homeless
+  On this shore; still my fireside is lacking
+  Woman's presence. And my heart was desolate
+  Till your face I saw beside this cottage door,
+  And your voice did stir the depths of my affections.
+  Simple is my wooing, but my love sincere—
+  Pocahontas, hear me! you are lonely, too."
+
+  Surged the rich red over dusky cheek and brow,
+  Then as sudden vanished as she answered softly,
+  "Thou an Englishman, to wed an Indian maiden?
+  Ah, Mr. Rolfe, once did I know not difference
+  'Twist the Red Man's squaw, the White Man's honored wife,
+  Indian princess was one truly, not a plaything
+  Whom the world might scorn at will--
+  But now!
+  I have learned my lesson all too well, I fear.
+  Yes, I'm lonely here; and yet among my kindred
+  I am lonelier still, for I have learned to love
+  Ways of Pale Face--one did teach me that in childhood.
+  Oft, methinks, there's no one careth for me now;
+  But forgive me if I do thee wrong, kind friend,
+  Thou hast ever patient been, the while my heart was sore."
+
+  "Listen, Pocahontas," once again he pleaded,
+  "Dry those tears, forget past ills, think of the years,
+  Happy years before us; and the home we'll make
+  In these wilds, where Indian and English both
+  Shall a welcome find with Lord and Lady Rolfe."
+
+  Pocahontas listened, gave a shy consent,
+  Yielding heart and hand into his life-long keeping;
+  Henceforth was John Rolfe to be her true protector,
+  With his people she would cast her lot for aye.
+  Fitting preparation for an English home,
+  Bible truths they taught her--which she knew in part--
+  In the little church, at the baptismal font
+  She was named "Rebekah"--Parson Whitaker,
+  "Apostle of Virginia," was the English priest.
+
+  Dawned the day that saw the union of the races--
+  English and the Indian--on Virginia's soil.
+  In the Jamestown Church the rites were solemnized,
+  Compact sealed that helped to make our history.
+  Fragrant blooms gave the native jessamine
+  For the bridal altar; while with brilliant sprays
+  Coral honeysuckle wreathed the Princess' brow,
+  Matching necklace, gift of Smith, sole ornament
+  Save betrothal ring upon the shapely hand.
+  Assembled in the church a goodly company,
+  Englishmen in force, with them the Powhatans,
+  Witnessing the marriage of their Princess.
+  Thus alliance was renewed and peace proclaimed.
+
+
+
+  VIII.
+
+
+  LONDON TOWN.
+
+
+  Other two years passed; upon the ship that sailed
+  Unto England's shore with Thomas Dale, there went
+  Mr. Rolfe and wife, "Lady Rebekah" famed.
+  London well received them, feted oft the Princess,
+  By the Lady Delaware at Court presented
+  Where her sweet simplicity, her winning grace
+  Won for season brief the flattery of all.
+  In the social world, her name "La Belle Sauvage!"
+  Artists sought her beauty to immortalize.
+  With a noble mien she moved among the throng,
+  Yet with melancholy touched the Indian face,
+  Eyes observant, oft with wistful sadness filled.
+
+  Smith heard of her fame and yet delayed his visit
+  Starting forth at length upon his errand, mused:
+  "Dare I see her once again, as Lady Rolfe,
+  Whom I knew as maiden-of-the-wilderness?
+  Shall I find her changed by fashion's tyranny?
+  Princess fancy free, so bright, go gay, so loyal--
+  Thus I knew her first; but later bowed with grief
+  O'er my wounds, my misery, the parting sad.
+  Ah, Tragabigzanda![FN#9] then, my early love,
+  Time can ne'er efface thy memory from, my heart!
+  Even thou hast had one rival in this maiden--
+  List! she comes--I must recall me to my senses."
+
+
+
+  [FN#9]  Tragabigzanda, the lady with whom Smith fell in love during
+  his captivity in Turkey in early life.
+
+
+
+  Rustle of her silken train he heard. She came
+  With a stately step to greet her visitor.
+  Once she saw his face, a startled cry she gave,
+  "They did tell me that you long were dead, 'my Father'!"
+  "Lady Rebekah," murmured Smith, in bending low
+  Ringed hand to kiss with grateful gallantry,
+  "Nigh unto death was I; but God has spared my life
+  For mysterious purpose.
+  Think not I'd forgot thee,
+  Long my silence, yet my thoughts still backward turned
+  To the distant colony, to Pocahontas!
+  And thou, Princess? I have heard of Rolfe's good fortune,
+  And am come to wish you both long happiness."
+
+  "Call me child again," she cried, "as in the days
+  Of that past when thou wast still my 'Father,' friend!
+  Here is not my home, I stifle 'mid the crowd;
+  For I love not flattery nor palace halls;
+  But green woodlands, air, and space--not gloomy walls."
+
+  "For thy forest home thou pinest, 'Child,'" he said,
+  "Soon thy husband will remove thee hence, I trow,
+  Goodly Englishman is Rolfe, and worthy thee."
+
+  Smiling through her tears, she proudly answered to him:
+  "More than worthy is my husband, and he bears
+  In Virginia's colony a noble part."
+
+  Came a messenger unto the Lady Rolfe,
+  Summoning the Princess to the Royal Court.
+  Hearing which, Smith said:
+  "With your permission, Lady,
+  I will be your escort to King James's Palace,
+  Since it long has been my wish and my intention
+  To resign the student's life, give up seclusion,
+  Once again become a sailor on the seas,
+  Distant lands explore, new maps and history make
+  Whereon future worlds may build.
+  This my hope,
+  This the one ambition that fires the wanderer's brain."
+
+  "Come," said Lady Rolfe, with gentle dignity,
+  "We will go together to the Royal Palace,
+  Take our rightful place among the brilliant throng,
+  With the rest do grateful homage to our King."
+
+  Gay the scene, the waiting courtiers stood aside
+  While they made their way--the Captain and the Princess--
+  To the throne, bowed low before the monarch proud,
+  Who gave royal welcome, saying unto Smith,
+  "How, my Captain bold! Too long your needed presence
+  We have missed from London town and from our Palace.
+  Royal mandate we've prepared to call you hence
+  For some ventures new--secure at once the ship
+  For its cruise, new wealth to seek for 'Merrie England.'"
+
+  Unto Lady Rolfe, the King in flattering tones:
+  "Then, our Princess, England's glory wilt proclaim,
+  Through Virginia's wide domain our influence spread.
+  Royal favor them hast won, our blessing take,
+  Thou and Rolfe, who comes e'en now to claim his bride.
+  Loyal subjects live ye both in Jamestown far,
+  Peace be to thy race, in thee our ally made."
+
+  Quoth in gracious tones Her Majesty Queen Anne:--
+  "Welcome, Child, Thou 'Guardian Angel' of the English,
+  Saviour of our Captain and our colony."
+  Pocahontas fain would kneel with humble grace--
+  "Rise, I salute thee, Princess," said the Queen, and smiling,
+  Stooped to kiss on either cheek the Indian maid.
+  Others sought the throne, she stepped aside with Rolfe,
+  Following them came Captain Smith to bid adieu.
+  "Weighty matters call me hence," he said in parting,
+  "But we'll meet again upon Virginia's shore.
+  Fare-thee-well, Lady Rebekah; and thou, Rolfe,
+  Long live both and peace be to thy distant home."
+
+  Thus they parted, each upon a separate pathway,
+  Whose life's orbit once had touched, whose hearts were knitted
+  By the common bond of dauntless love and courage;
+  But the patriot and the poet sing their story,
+  And their names are linked for aye in history.
+
+
+  Nevermore she saw again her native land,
+  Nevermore the forest pathways felt her footstep,
+  Nor the brooklet nor the wigwam heard her singing.
+  Nevermore she sat beneath the pink mimosa
+  Listening to the words of old squaw, Winganameo,
+  Nevermore within her English home at Jamestown
+  Was the gentle Princess Pocahontas seen.
+
+  Far from kindred was her grave[FN#10] beside the seashore,
+  Where the waves for her a tender requiem sang.
+  On Virginian soil her people mourned her death,
+  Lamentations long and loud the Indians made.
+  But the English settlers spoke her name in whispers;
+  For at eventide they seemed to see her often
+  As a radiant vision, white-winged, hovering near.
+
+
+
+
+  [FN#10]  Pocahontas was buried at Gravesend, Eng., 1617.
+
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+Title: Pocahontas
+       A Poem
+
+Author: Virginia Carter Castleman
+
+Posting Date: October 24, 2011 [EBook #9985]
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+First Posted: November 5, 2003
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+POCAHONTAS
+
+A Poem
+
+By
+
+Virginia Carter Castleman
+
+
+
+To Anita.
+
+
+
+
+  DEDICATION.
+
+
+  Virginia! Mother State--thy name beloved
+  By every patriot for its music sweet--
+  I lay this lowly tribute at thy feet,
+  One leaf, perchance, upon thy wreath of fame.
+
+  V.C.C.
+
+
+
+
+  POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+  (A descriptive narrative poem in eight parts.)
+
+
+  1. The Little Princess.
+  2. The Wizard.
+  3. Smith and Newport.
+  4. Coronation of Powhatan.
+  5. Guardian Angel.
+  6. The Parting.
+  7. Pocahontas and John Rolfe.
+  8. London Town.
+
+
+
+
+  I.
+
+
+  THE LITTLE PRINCESS.
+
+
+  Many dark-eyed children played among the rushes
+  By the waters of the inland, plain-like marshes,
+  Made them water babies of the tall brown cattails,
+  Cradled in the baskets of the plaited willows.
+  Of them all was none more gleeful, none more artless
+  Than the little Matoax,[FN#1] dearest of the daughters
+  Of the mighty Werowance,[FN#2] Powhatan the warrior
+  Ruler of the tribes, from whom was named the river
+  And the wigwam village and the dark-skinned natives.
+  None in all the land, from mountain unto sea,
+  None more brave, more stern, and none more feared than he.
+  Dear to him the chase, the war, the trembling captives,
+  And the rustling pines whose fragrance filled the air--
+  Ah! 'Twas in the Springtime, and the world was fair.
+
+
+
+  [FN#1]  Matoax, tribal name of Pocahontas.
+
+  [FN#2]  Werowance, ruler or chief.
+
+
+
+  Evening came; the tired earth had dropped asleep,
+  Born the Maytide night in silence calm and deep,
+  Bright in azure vault of heaven the twinkling stars
+  Vigils kept, as lover over his beloved.
+  Only one sound the twilight stillness broke upon,
+  Crooning of Indian mother to her babe.
+  Fainter grew the mother-song, and died away;
+  Then, as if inspired by oft-repeated strain,
+  Suddenly a mocking-bird took up refrain--
+  New World nightingale whose joyous warbling thrills
+  Hearts responsive to the clear, melodious trills.
+  Did the music fall upon unheeding ears
+  Of the Indian hunters as they slumbering lay?
+  Rather in their dreams those forest natives heard
+  Echoes of the warrior's triumphant song
+  In that hunting-ground where sings the deathless bird.
+
+
+
+
+
+  POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+  (Prelude.)
+
+
+  Softly flowed the current of an ancient river
+  Where it circled wide three beauteous emerald isles,
+  Ceaseless lapped the waves upon the pebbled shore,
+  Fringed with willows silvery, drooping evermore.
+  High upon the beach an Indian village stood,
+  Twelve low wigwams built upon the seasoned wood.
+  Dark-eyed squaws the noonday meal prepared
+  For the lordly hunters who on bounty fared.
+  Winter's chase was over, each hunter smoked in peace
+  (Joy in heart that Spring at length had brought release).
+  In the open doorway, whence his proud glance strayed
+  From the tentyard where the quiet papoose played
+  To the newly bladed corn, the sassafras,
+  Dearer than his life the love of Matoax.
+  Like the morning sunbeam was her smile, and frequent,
+  Like the rippling water was her happy laughter,
+  In her eyes the sparkle of the evening planet,
+  And her lips were red as brightest coral.
+  Day by day she grew in grace of form and beauty,
+  Till to where the river meets the rolling sea,
+  Spread her fame as loveliest of Indian maidens.
+  Born a princess of the forest, born to rule--
+  Rule the hearts of men with chains of love--was she.
+
+  Springtime into summer passed, with wild rose wreaths
+  Maidens decked the princess' raven locks;
+  But in Autumn played they with the yellow corn;
+  And in Winter oft on snowshoes circled round.
+
+  "Maidens, come, we'll to the chase away, away!
+  Sing aloud with glee our blithesome roundelay,
+  Blow our mimic bugles till the echoes ring,
+  Over hill and dale the startled warriors bring,
+  Gathering around the campfire we will make the night
+  Gay with song, dancing within the mystic light."
+
+  Thus cried Matoax-Pocahontas--princess proud.
+  On her dark locks placed a squaw the stag horns curved,
+  Bound them fast with chains of pearly tinted shells,
+  Threw a deerskin mantle o'er the rounded limbs,
+  Hung upon her back the quiver full of arrows.
+  Score of dusky maidens formed the royal guard,
+  With their painted bodies and their flowing hair
+  Untamed creatures of the forest crouched they there,
+  Will-o'-wisp-like, darting, hiding, re-appearing,
+  Silently they waited signal for the chase.
+  Word was given, the mimic bugle shrilly blew,
+  Echoing through the glades, whose startled denizens
+  Suddenly grew still, the squirrel on the bough,
+  Quivering deer, the otter in his secret cave.
+  Indian maids with look intent upon the goal,
+  Savage yells restrained, upon the chase set forth,
+  Swift, with noiseless feet the chieftain's teepee sought.
+
+
+
+  II.
+
+
+  THE WIZARD.
+
+
+  Opekankano, the White Man's deadly foe,
+  Treacherous brother of the Wahunsunakok,[FN#3]
+  Long had lain in wait to wreak his horrid vengeance
+  For the kidnapping of Indians by explorers,
+  By those traders who had lust for slaves and gold.
+  Years had passed since first the Red Man heard the story,
+  Years in which the White Man's blood full forfeit paid,
+  Paid in shipwreck, exile, famine, toil, and anguish
+  All the debt of crime upon his kinsmen laid;
+  Yet did Opekankano forget not ever,
+  And he nursed his old-time hate in secret cunning
+  Till the White Face in his ship should come again.
+
+
+
+  [FN#3]  Wahunsunakok, kingly title of Powhatan.
+
+
+
+  Soon he came, the Brave, with few Pale Faces by him,
+  With a friendly Indian for his only guide,
+  At the White Oak Swamp, beside the Chickahominy,
+  There did the Pamunkeys meet him, slew his comrades,
+  Brought him captive bound to Opekankano.
+  Him they slew not, for he was the White Man's Wizard,
+  All the land his fame, his mighty prowess knew,
+  And the Red Man sought to learn his wondrous magic,
+  Ere they led him tortured to the cruel stake.
+
+  'Twas in Wintertime, the snow lay on the ground,
+  Brightly shone the sun upon Virginia's forests.
+  Evergreens--the holly and the running-pine--
+  Made of woods a Christmas bower to put in mind
+  Captive of his boyhood home in Lincolnshire.
+  Merrie England! far away thou seemed then
+  Unto him whose heart beat true to thee. Friendless
+  Stood the Brave amid that horde of savages;
+  Yet undaunted was his mien, his brow serene.
+  Cruel eyes leered at his wounds, and eager
+  Were the hands that lured him on to horrid death.
+
+  Lo! with simple wiles the Brave defied his fate,
+  Held to curious gaze one weapon yet untried--
+  Ivory compass 'twas to him, the Wizard's wand
+  To the untutored in the lore of pathless deep.
+  Quivering needle pointed to lode star above,
+  While he taught them by his gestures plain how move
+  Planets in their heavenly appointed spheres.
+
+  Red Man's wonder grew to awe, to shivering fear
+  Of that Spirit World whence came mysterious stranger.
+  Opekankano that hour revenge forgot,
+  Signal gave his men the death dance to delay,
+  Unto Werowocomoco haste away,
+  Powhatan the final sentence to impose.
+  Far behind them left Pamukeys hills and dales,
+  Journeyed with their captives to the lowlands wide,
+  Where the Charles[FN#4] curved outward to the noble Bay.
+
+
+
+  [FN#4]  Charles, later the York River.
+
+
+
+  In his long wigwam sat Wahunsunakok,
+  Royal robe of raccoon skins about him wrapped.
+  Many squaws, fantastic dressed, behind him seated,
+  While in front unbroken line of warriors stood.
+  Painted bodies, eagle feathers, tomahawks,
+  Showing Red Man's warfare, customs of the race.
+  Silently they waited the coming of the Brave.
+  This the message sent by Opekankano:
+  "White Face Wizard is at last the Red Man's prey,
+  Let the death feast be prepared for him, unless
+  Powhatan desire to set the captive free,
+  Since from Spirit World he comes mysteriously."
+
+  Deathfeast was prepared, scarce had the captive come
+  Than at sumptuous banquet was he rudely placed.
+  Limbs unbound, once more the hope of freedom swelled
+  In his breast; clear was his mind and keen his eye;
+  Quickly he surveyed the scene, beheld the squaws,
+  Saw the warriors guarding Wahunsunakok,
+  Closely watched by wily Opekankano,
+  Last the death feast--well he knew the woeful sign--
+  Sickened then his stomach at the sight of food,
+  Yet hard pressed, he urged him to the hateful task,
+  Made pretence of eating slow the while his brain
+  Rapidly was planning to escape his doom.
+  Weapons none had he, e'en gone the ivory compass
+  And the pistol that erstwhile had terrified
+  Superstitious foes, the bullets long since hid
+  In the breast of more than one bloodthirsty savage.
+
+  While he mused, the awful stillness of the place
+  Sudden changed--Hark to the note of bugle shrill!
+  List to the gleeful song and to the rythmic tread
+  Of the woodnymphs circling round the phalanx grim,
+  Even to the feet of Wahunsunakok.
+  Eagle eye of Powhatan grew brighter yet,
+  And his stern old visage softened as he gazed
+  On the laughing princess and her retinue--
+  Happy maidens breathless from the daring chase.
+  Stately head he bent, but spoke no word of greeting,
+  Powerful hand he raised, with single gesture bade
+  Solemn silence of the curious, motley throng.
+
+  Quickly mirth of Pocahontas died away,
+  And her lightning glance at once did stray
+  Meeting gaze direct and true, yet fond withal,
+  Of those eyes whose strange, mysterious power cast
+  Spell upon her heart, that thrilled to swift response.
+  Dark eyes softened, flashed again with sudden fire,
+  Pocahontas stood entranced, as in a dream,
+  Watched the heavy stones laid on the hardened earth,
+  Saw the Brave led forth, the tomahawk upraised--
+  Awful moment's hush was pierced by anguished cry,
+  As around the captive's neck her arms were flung,
+  Precious life to save, the maiden's one desire.
+
+  Sign from chieftain stayed descent of bloody axe,
+  Guiding hand of princess led the captive forward--
+  "Sire, he's mine," she cried, "Adopt him for thy son,
+  If thou Matoax lovest best of all thine own."
+  Powhatan thus answered to the lovely maid,
+  "'Tis thy wish, Matoax; the Wizard's life be spared;
+  From henceforth we name him 'son'; his people ours;
+  Let the Brave be called for aye a Powhatan!"
+  Mighty shout ascended from the watching throng,
+  As the Saxon and the Indian princess stood
+  Hand in hand before the Wahunsunakok.
+  Presently a guide was sent to take the Wizard
+  Back to Jamestown, where long weeks they'd mourned him dead.
+
+
+
+  III.
+
+
+  SMITH AND NEWPORT.
+
+
+  News of Smith's escape from cruel death ere long
+  Reached the eager ears of England's Scottish king
+  (He who wrote the scathing Counterblast to smoke),
+  And he straightway sent a brilliant scarlet robe
+  Present for the Indian "Emperor Powhatan,"
+  Ordering that the royal native should be crowned.
+
+  "On fool's errand dost thou come, Captain Newport,"
+  Quoth John Smith with rising ire as he read
+  Quaintly worded mandate from across the sea.
+  "What is this that we must vainly search for next?
+  'Gold mines, South Sea Islands, and lost colonists!'
+  Daily have we much ado to keep ourselves,
+  What with starving, mutiny, and Indian raids,
+  Questions vexed that keep our minds from roving far
+  From these palisades our toiling hands have reared,
+  Come, Newport, we'll set our wits to work at once
+  To unravel from this web of words the sense
+  That our monarch would impart.
+  Come, sit you down,
+  Let us gaily fill our pipes with fragrant weed
+  Such as natives grow--perchance its soothing power
+  Anger will assuage; vexations disappear
+  In these wreaths of smoke King James will never see!
+
+  "Of one thing be thou assured," said Newport, smiling--
+  "That King James will at your hands (through me) require
+  Full account of crowning of the Werowance,
+  Cost of every gift bestowed upon the chief,
+  Or upon that charming Princess Pocahontas,
+  Rumor couples with your name, Sir President!"
+
+  "Nay, Newport, a child in years, the bright-eyed maid,
+  Yet with heart of gold and mother wit
+  Working e'er to save our colony from ruin.
+  He who dares vile slander make or evil think
+  Is unworthy woman's love or England's trust."
+
+  "No offense was meant," the Captain quick replied,
+  "'Tis romantic tale, and still a nine days' wonder,
+  You, the noble victim of a murderous plot,
+  Maiden's fancy but the arbiter of fate."
+
+  "Idle Gossip hath her day," Smith slowly said--
+  "Let us plan to carry out the crowning farce,
+  May it serve to charm the haughty Powhatan,
+  As it pleases England's monarch for the time.
+  Yes, the scarlet robe will dazzle Indian chief,
+  An' it is your wish to make of him a clown.
+  'Tis a trifling matter that; more serious far
+  Charges given you by the London Company,
+  Who from distant lands know naught, in truth,
+  Of the frontier hardships, of the settler's needs.
+  Can you not inform them in the plainest terms
+  Of the falseness of the accusations made?
+  Stay! myself will write them and boldly refute
+  All their calumnies; set forth details in order,
+  Calling 'spade a spade'--'twill be my 'Answer Rude.'"[FN#5]
+
+
+
+  [FN#5]  Smith's "Rude Answer," sent as a refutation of charges made by
+  the London Company at the instigation of his enemies.
+
+
+
+  "It were wiser, Mr. President, for you
+  Moderation still to use, although in part
+  Truth be veiled; the Company it pleaseth not
+  Always to be told of factions in our midst.
+  Even though you, the foremost man, the brave explorer,
+  Much have suffered, many ills have yet to bear,
+  Still be patient, for the darkest clouds will lift,
+  Future sunlight blaze your name on history's pages,
+  As the Saviour of the English colony--
+  Fair Virginia! Raleigh's life-long hope and passion,
+  Vast and proud possession of the Virgin Queen.
+  You alone, Sir President, command the power
+  Simple natives of this beauteous land to sway,
+  Tribes to hold in check; these struggling homes to foster,
+  Realizing dream of years, desire of nations.
+  You alone hold key to knowledge of this country,
+  For the which bold science will reward you well."
+
+  "Key to knowledge?--It is here," Smith made reply,
+  Holding up to view his lately finished maps,
+  Work of months at cost of body and of brain.
+  "Here," he added, lifting closely written sheets,
+  "Look! first draft of this, my "Generall Historie."[FN#6]
+
+
+
+  [FN#6]  Smith's "Generall Historie" pub. in England in 1624.
+
+
+
+  "Patience yet must have her limit, trusty friend,
+  Comes the time for action, e'en to men of peace,
+  Maps and Historie and Answer Rude shall form
+  Trio to convince the London Company."
+
+
+
+  IV.
+
+  CORONATION OF POWHATAN.
+
+
+  It was near the time of Indian Summer in the land,
+  Mellow haze pervaded earth and sky and sea,
+  White sails drifting over waters calm were mirrored
+  In the blue. The seagulls followed swiftly on.
+  Up James River glided in their well-manned barge
+  Captains twain in search of Wahunsunakok.
+  Heaped on either bank they saw the golden corn,
+  Store of Winter food, the bread the settlers craved,
+  Bartering kettles, beads, and ribbons gay to squaws,
+  And to warriors--hatchets, knives, and sometimes guns.
+  Where the river softly curved around the isles,
+  Boatmen spied the village of the Powhatans
+  Partly hid by bending willows on the shore.
+  "Virginia, earth's Paradise, methinks," quoth Smith,
+  Following with his keen eyes past the river's bend
+  To the distant slopes where dark pines touched the sky.
+  "On the morrow we'll explore these upper channels
+  Where the air breathes health, to mountains penetrate,
+  Seek a site whereon to build some future day
+  City that shall vie with Old World's leading marts
+  In its beauty and its splendor.
+  Visions bright
+  Picture New World's temples rise in glorious might.
+  Let us name this city-in-the-wilds Nonesuch!"[FN#7]
+
+
+
+  [FN#7]  Nonesuch, site chosen by Smith for the city later
+  built a few miles away and named Richmond.
+
+
+
+  Newport, better versed in ways of England's Court,
+  Less enthused with spirit of adventure, said,
+  "It were wiser name yon city-in-the-wilds
+  For some Earl or Duke in royal favor high,
+  Who might coffers pinch and weighty influence lend
+  To the furtherance of those dreams that grip the brain
+  Of the Company's substitute, Sir President."
+  'Neath the shadowy willows did they moor the barge,
+  Stopped ashore, the captains and their followers.
+  In his wigwam Powhatan received in state
+  August visitors, inquiring errand there.
+  When they told him England's monarch wished him crowned
+  "Emperor Powhatan," had presents sent forsooth,
+  Indian chieftain stood erect in proud disdain,
+  "I am king" his look, his manner plainly said,
+  "King of people who are natives in this land
+  White Man covets--mine the power to give or keep."
+
+  "'Tis but token of our love for you," said Smith,
+  While unfolding, spreading wide the scarlet robe.
+  "Look! this mantle sent to please your Royal Highness,
+  This, the golden crown to place upon your head
+  When it suits your pleasure, mighty Werowance,
+  Wilt not take the gift of love from me, your 'son,'
+  Whom from death you saved--you and Princess brave?
+  Pocahontas, too, we have remembered well--
+  See this coral necklace with her name engraved."
+
+  Nearer drew the forest monarch, visage brightening
+  As upon the gorgeous robe he fixed his gaze,
+  And with eager fingers felt the texture soft.
+  Glittering crown he lifted (it was burnished brass!),
+  Eyed with keen approval, nodding his assent.
+  Newport tried to make the Werowance kneel--in vain!
+  Indian will not bow, he lowering frowns instead,
+  Until Pocahontas, gliding forth, did place
+  Hand upon her sire's arm, and whisper low
+  Words none other heard but Wahunsunakok--
+  Smiled the haughty warrior then and slowly knelt,
+  While they put on him the royal robe and crown,
+  Princess deftly slipped from place the Indian mantle,
+  Raccoon skin, with tails for fringe, exchange of gifts
+  Which it pleased him to bestow on Brother King
+  As a token of his favor and esteem.
+
+  Smith with outstretched hands and words of gratitude,
+  Called to him the maiden, she but shyly came,
+  Spoke in broken English words she knew--"My Father!"
+  While he named her tenderly, "My dearest child,"
+  Gently clasped around her neck the coral chain,
+  Leading her to Newport, and in louder tones:
+  "Captain, this the maid who risked her life for mine."
+  Gallantly the Captain bowed and kissed the hand
+  Of the Princess, murmuring praises Pocahontas
+  Understood not fully.
+  Then they bade adieu,
+  Planning to set forth straightway; but Powhatan
+  Urged them to remain until the morn and feast,
+  Smoke the pipe of peace before they sailed away.
+
+
+
+  V.
+
+  GUARDIAN ANGEL.
+
+
+  "Corn we need, and plenty, too," spoke Captain Smith,
+  Frowning as he laid his hand upon his sword.
+  "Promise we have kept, to send you builders four,
+  But you've failed us, Powhatan, would let us starve
+  For the want of food while you have plenteous store.
+  Trade in copper or in household goods we offer,
+  But the swords and guns you ask for in exchange
+  None may part with; for these weapons are to us
+  What your bows and arrows are to you, forsooth---
+  Means to gain our living--or to slay our foes!
+  Heed you not our words, we'll find some other way
+  Grain to garner; but with you our friendship ends."
+
+  Masterful the tone, backed by the weapon raised--
+  Wily Powhatan was moved to shift his ground,
+  Waiting squaws he bade to fill with yellow corn
+  Dozen baskets that were speedy set in row
+  'Twixt the Werowance and the doughty President.
+  Parleying ensued, a second plea for guns,
+  Guns and swords; but Smith stood firm, with darkening eye
+  Waiting the arrival of his gallant men,
+  Score of whom were left to break the river's ice,
+  For 'twas Winter and the fear of "Starving Time"
+  Was assuaged by courage and by tactics bold
+  Such as President alone could well employ.
+
+  Powhatan with baffled look and stealthy stride
+  Sudden vanished from the room, leaving squaws.
+  Side by side the English stood with pointed weapons,
+  Eyes fixed on the open door whence swiftly came
+  Savage warriors rushing madly on their prey.
+  Fell the foremost dead; a second leaped and fell;
+  Halted all at smell of powder, sight of smoke,
+  Turned and fled with superstitions dread o'er-come.
+  Speedily arrived the sailors and the soldiers
+  Smith had summoned.
+  At his word a guard detailed
+  Watched the Indians while they carried to the barge
+  Baskets piled with corn, provisions dearly bought.
+
+  "Here will we rest till morning dawns," the Captain said,
+  "In this outpost rude well wait the rising of the tide,
+  Russell, comrade brave, and West, and Percy, too,
+  Stay with me, a guard at door; the rest away!
+  Corn to watch, the stranded barge, the pinnace there."
+
+  Round the open fire they sat them down awhile--
+  On such gruesome night they had no thought for sleep.
+  Powhatan now sent a present to the Captain,
+  Bracelet to appease the fiery White Man's wrath;
+  Soon some Indians came to bring them venison,
+  Feast they much enjoyed despite their secret doubts.
+  Scarce had natives left when through the cabin door
+  Pocahontas stepped with wild-eyed countenance,
+  Wrung her hands and cried, "Beware the Powhatans!
+  Seek your ships; my people plot your lives to take--
+  Would you live, begone from here, no more delay!"
+  Her tears brave Pocahontas could no longer stay.
+
+  Uprose Smith, advanced in haste to greet the maid--
+  "Guardian Angel! fear not for the White Men's lives;
+  We will heed your warning; it is not in vain;
+  With these guns and swords we're safe until the dawn,
+  And with high tide will our men and ships depart.
+  Stay not thou, I pray, since peril lurks for thee,
+  Friend of White Man! to thy teepee hie thee back,
+  Wait and watch and pray, as we shall surely do,
+  Till the night shall pass and come the break of day."
+
+  "Fare-thee-well, Great Spirit guard thee, Friends!" she cried--
+  Back to the Indian village Pocahontas fled.
+  Despite her warning and their dread, the Red Men came not;
+  For they feared the wakeful foe, the magic guns,--
+  Kept in hiding for the time.
+  At faintest dawn
+  English sought the pinnace, homeward made their way.
+
+
+
+  VI.
+
+
+  THE PARTING.
+
+
+  In the meadow by the brooklet was the wigwam
+  Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who to Matoax
+  From her childhood oft had taught the folklore,
+  Tales of olden days beside the roaring ocean
+  Where the White Man's ships were wrecked beside the beach,
+  Where through pine woods roamed at will the stalwart Red Men--
+  Accomacks and Chesapeacks and Potomekes,
+  Tappahannocks, Wangoags, Payankatankas,
+  And the giants of the North, Sasquesahannocks,
+  And the Roanoaks from the magnolia Southlands.
+  How they fought and how they were united,
+  How the Powhatan his mighty rule extended--
+  All these things the old squaw told the maiden.
+
+  Under the mimosa sat Matoax often,
+  While she listened to the old squaw's wondrous tales,
+  learned from her to trace the beadwork patterns deftly
+  On the moccasins or on the women's mantles;
+  But of all the stories Winganameo told her,
+  None the maiden loved to hear so oft repeated
+  As the legend of the lost ones of Croatan,[FN#8]
+  And the island where the blue-eyed children lived.
+  Thus it was that Pocahontas heard of English
+  Long before she looked upon the strange Pale Faces,
+  Dreamed of them as little lower than the angels,
+  With the wisdom of the ages blessed.
+
+
+
+  [FN#8]  Refers to the "Lost Colony of Roanoke, 1587,"
+  (see Hawk's History of North Carolina).
+
+
+
+  To the wigwam by the brooklet came the Princess
+  Oft at evening; told to Winganameo softly
+  How the English called her "Guardian Angel," loved her,
+  Gave her presents, daily asked her to their homes.
+  Winganameo nodded sagely as she listened,
+  But she spoke a word of warning to the Princess:
+  "Let not Pale Face bring unto you sorrow, Matoax;
+  As a mother I have watched you coming, going,
+  Princess born, 'tis many a warrior would wed you,
+  Better could you find a male among your own;
+  For the Pale Face is not of us, is a stranger;
+  Though he love you, he will leave you for his people,
+  And his home beyond the sea.
+  I have seen it,
+  Often have I seen it, watched him sail away
+  Nevermore returning.
+  Heed my words, O, Daughter!"
+
+  Pocahontas listened, but her lips replied not,
+  All her heart was mirrored in her dreaming eyes,
+  As she sat with folded hands beneath the shadow
+  Of mimosa branches with their pink-hued blossoms
+  Making fairy canopy above her head.
+
+  While they sat together in the twilight hour
+  Came to them a messenger direct from Jamestown,
+  Indian hunter, many a mile he'd walked to tell
+  To his people that the Wizard brave lay wounded
+  Unto death within his cabin, nursed by soldiers
+  Who would take him soon across the sea to England.
+
+  Pocahontas heard the tidings, listening quiet,
+  But with bated breath--spoke to Winganameo,
+  Saying, "We must go, mayhap the Captain needs us."
+  And the old squaw whispered back to her in following,
+  "Unto Jamestown we will go together, Daughter."
+  So they journeyed onward through the field and forest,
+  While the silver moonbeams fitful shadows made
+  On their pathway, till they reached the settlers' country,
+  Saw the palisades and houses of the English.
+  "Father," cried the Princess, kneeling by the bedside
+  Of the sometime President, who suffering lay--
+  "Art thou wounded sore, and is it true they say
+  That to England thou must go, or life's in danger?
+  Winganameo comes to nurse thee at my bidding,
+  She the old squaw of my people hath much knowledge,
+  Many wounded, sick to death has helped to cure--
+  Must thou go across the distant waters, Father?"
+
+  Scarcely had the wounded Captain strength to answer,
+  But he feebly placed his hand upon her head,
+  "Child, 'tis true indeed, that I am past your aid,
+  And must seek for London surgery, since the wound
+  From explosion of the powder festers sore;
+  Hence I leave our well-loved colony for England--
+  If I live I'll come again unto Virginia.
+  Pocahontas! first as little maid I saw thee,
+  Into noble womanhood I've watched thee growing,
+  Few and fleeting are the years we've known each other,
+  Thou hast ever been the White Man's loyal friend.
+  Keep the trust I give thee with my parting blessing.
+  Still defend these homes, make peace among thy people,
+  God reward thee, Princess, in the days to come."
+
+  Fainter grew his breath from pain, the watching soldiers
+  Motioned her away, she turned from them in silence,
+  Followed by the old squaw, glided from the cabin.
+  Tears came not that day, despair was in her heart,
+  Dark the future to the lonely Indian maid.
+
+
+
+  VII.
+
+
+  POCAHONTAS AND JOHN ROLFE.
+
+
+  Swiftly passed two years; the colony was saved
+  From dire ruin by Lord Delaware's arrival
+  With supplies and words of cheer, with thankful prayers
+  Unto heaven for rescue from the "Starving Time."
+  But the Indians had resentful grown meanwhile,
+  Pocahontas long had vanished from their ken,
+  Said the settlers questioned of the Princess' fate.
+
+  Once again the colonists took courage, throve
+  'Neath the strong rule of "High Marshall" Thomas Dale.
+  Argall bold began to open trade once more
+  With the tribes; the Potomekes he cruised among,
+  Learned from them that Pocahontas was their guest,
+  Bribed a squaw to bring her to the waiting ship,
+  Carried her away to Jamestown as a hostage--
+  Not unwilling hostage to the English race,
+  Which she loved, though weaned from her childhood's ardor.
+
+  Day by day she came and went among the settlers
+  With a noiseless step, with gentle courtesy
+  That soon won for her the friendship of her captors.
+  Children loved her, played with her among the flowers
+  Growing wild in woodland and in meadows;
+  And she wove them flower baskets of the rushes
+  By the shallow pools within the wide brown marshes.
+  Oftener she sat beside the open doorway
+  With her beadwork, and her skilful fingers plying
+  Deftly back and forth upon the wooden frame,
+  Fashioned wondrous patterns of the brightest colors
+  For the moccasins and dresses of the women.
+
+  It was thus that Rolfe, the English planter saw her,
+  And the picture of the maiden at her beadwork
+  Haunted long his memory as he sat alone
+  In the home bereft of woman's love and care.
+  Long he mused and sadly on his mournful fortunes
+  Since the fateful shipwreck on Bermuda's shore
+  That had left him lonely, left a gloomy shadow
+  On his New World home.
+  Then he broke the silence:
+  "Others who have loved and lost to grief consent not.
+  Rouse them from their sorrow unto nobler purpose.
+  Well I know that melancholy claims the captive,
+  Marks the trembling hostage for its own--
+  Alas!
+  Often have I seen her steal away at twilight
+  To the cabin rude where once he lived, her hero,
+  Where of yore his voice had welcomed her in greeting;
+  Or again, when none is by to watch her mourning
+  For the old days when she roamed a princess free,
+  I myself have overheard her quiet weeping.
+  She is lonely, needs a strong arm to protect her--
+  Dare I then, a Saxon, wed an Indian maiden?
+  Lo! I see the future brightening, love and peace
+  In these walls abiding; and for aye united
+  Conquering and conquered races of our land.
+  Yes, in years to come Virginia shall bless me,
+  Children proud their lineage trace to Pocahontas
+  Princess royal of the native Powhatans.
+  Wake, John Rolfe, from idle dreaming! Simple wooing
+  Better suits the brave man's case than castle-building.
+  Friends will mock, no doubt, the sober planter's fancy,
+  And the maid herself refuse to hear my pleading;
+  Yet I dare to risk the White Man's scorning even,
+  In such cause--with me decision's half the battle."
+
+  Pocahontas at the doorway saw him coming,
+  Saw his shadow fall upon the broidered beading,
+  And her nimble lingers paused, she upward glanced,
+  Radiant smile came swiftly as she met his gaze,
+  For he oft had spoke her kindly since her advent
+  As a maid forlorn to dwell at once-loved Jamestown.
+  Rolfe sat down beside her, questioning Pocahontas
+  Of her kindred, of the tribes that lived about them,
+  Of her playmates in the pretty upland village,
+  Of the warriors who had fought (and died in fighting)
+  For the Red Man's country, for the Powhatans.
+  Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who had taught her,
+  Of the young bucks who had danced around the campfires.
+
+  Thus at length spoke Rolfe in softened tones and serious:
+  "Pocahontas, I am lonely. Many times
+  Moons have waxed and waned since first I landed homeless
+  On this shore; still my fireside is lacking
+  Woman's presence. And my heart was desolate
+  Till your face I saw beside this cottage door,
+  And your voice did stir the depths of my affections.
+  Simple is my wooing, but my love sincere--
+  Pocahontas, hear me! you are lonely, too."
+
+  Surged the rich red over dusky cheek and brow,
+  Then as sudden vanished as she answered softly,
+  "Thou an Englishman, to wed an Indian maiden?
+  Ah, Mr. Rolfe, once did I know not difference
+  'Twist the Red Man's squaw, the White Man's honored wife,
+  Indian princess was one truly, not a plaything
+  Whom the world might scorn at will--
+  But now!
+  I have learned my lesson all too well, I fear.
+  Yes, I'm lonely here; and yet among my kindred
+  I am lonelier still, for I have learned to love
+  Ways of Pale Face--one did teach me that in childhood.
+  Oft, methinks, there's no one careth for me now;
+  But forgive me if I do thee wrong, kind friend,
+  Thou hast ever patient been, the while my heart was sore."
+
+  "Listen, Pocahontas," once again he pleaded,
+  "Dry those tears, forget past ills, think of the years,
+  Happy years before us; and the home we'll make
+  In these wilds, where Indian and English both
+  Shall a welcome find with Lord and Lady Rolfe."
+
+  Pocahontas listened, gave a shy consent,
+  Yielding heart and hand into his life-long keeping;
+  Henceforth was John Rolfe to be her true protector,
+  With his people she would cast her lot for aye.
+  Fitting preparation for an English home,
+  Bible truths they taught her--which she knew in part--
+  In the little church, at the baptismal font
+  She was named "Rebekah"--Parson Whitaker,
+  "Apostle of Virginia," was the English priest.
+
+  Dawned the day that saw the union of the races--
+  English and the Indian--on Virginia's soil.
+  In the Jamestown Church the rites were solemnized,
+  Compact sealed that helped to make our history.
+  Fragrant blooms gave the native jessamine
+  For the bridal altar; while with brilliant sprays
+  Coral honeysuckle wreathed the Princess' brow,
+  Matching necklace, gift of Smith, sole ornament
+  Save betrothal ring upon the shapely hand.
+  Assembled in the church a goodly company,
+  Englishmen in force, with them the Powhatans,
+  Witnessing the marriage of their Princess.
+  Thus alliance was renewed and peace proclaimed.
+
+
+
+  VIII.
+
+
+  LONDON TOWN.
+
+
+  Other two years passed; upon the ship that sailed
+  Unto England's shore with Thomas Dale, there went
+  Mr. Rolfe and wife, "Lady Rebekah" famed.
+  London well received them, feted oft the Princess,
+  By the Lady Delaware at Court presented
+  Where her sweet simplicity, her winning grace
+  Won for season brief the flattery of all.
+  In the social world, her name "La Belle Sauvage!"
+  Artists sought her beauty to immortalize.
+  With a noble mien she moved among the throng,
+  Yet with melancholy touched the Indian face,
+  Eyes observant, oft with wistful sadness filled.
+
+  Smith heard of her fame and yet delayed his visit
+  Starting forth at length upon his errand, mused:
+  "Dare I see her once again, as Lady Rolfe,
+  Whom I knew as maiden-of-the-wilderness?
+  Shall I find her changed by fashion's tyranny?
+  Princess fancy free, so bright, go gay, so loyal--
+  Thus I knew her first; but later bowed with grief
+  O'er my wounds, my misery, the parting sad.
+  Ah, Tragabigzanda![FN#9] then, my early love,
+  Time can ne'er efface thy memory from, my heart!
+  Even thou hast had one rival in this maiden--
+  List! she comes--I must recall me to my senses."
+
+
+
+  [FN#9]  Tragabigzanda, the lady with whom Smith fell in love during
+  his captivity in Turkey in early life.
+
+
+
+  Rustle of her silken train he heard. She came
+  With a stately step to greet her visitor.
+  Once she saw his face, a startled cry she gave,
+  "They did tell me that you long were dead, 'my Father'!"
+  "Lady Rebekah," murmured Smith, in bending low
+  Ringed hand to kiss with grateful gallantry,
+  "Nigh unto death was I; but God has spared my life
+  For mysterious purpose.
+  Think not I'd forgot thee,
+  Long my silence, yet my thoughts still backward turned
+  To the distant colony, to Pocahontas!
+  And thou, Princess? I have heard of Rolfe's good fortune,
+  And am come to wish you both long happiness."
+
+  "Call me child again," she cried, "as in the days
+  Of that past when thou wast still my 'Father,' friend!
+  Here is not my home, I stifle 'mid the crowd;
+  For I love not flattery nor palace halls;
+  But green woodlands, air, and space--not gloomy walls."
+
+  "For thy forest home thou pinest, 'Child,'" he said,
+  "Soon thy husband will remove thee hence, I trow,
+  Goodly Englishman is Rolfe, and worthy thee."
+
+  Smiling through her tears, she proudly answered to him:
+  "More than worthy is my husband, and he bears
+  In Virginia's colony a noble part."
+
+  Came a messenger unto the Lady Rolfe,
+  Summoning the Princess to the Royal Court.
+  Hearing which, Smith said:
+  "With your permission, Lady,
+  I will be your escort to King James's Palace,
+  Since it long has been my wish and my intention
+  To resign the student's life, give up seclusion,
+  Once again become a sailor on the seas,
+  Distant lands explore, new maps and history make
+  Whereon future worlds may build.
+  This my hope,
+  This the one ambition that fires the wanderer's brain."
+
+  "Come," said Lady Rolfe, with gentle dignity,
+  "We will go together to the Royal Palace,
+  Take our rightful place among the brilliant throng,
+  With the rest do grateful homage to our King."
+
+  Gay the scene, the waiting courtiers stood aside
+  While they made their way--the Captain and the Princess--
+  To the throne, bowed low before the monarch proud,
+  Who gave royal welcome, saying unto Smith,
+  "How, my Captain bold! Too long your needed presence
+  We have missed from London town and from our Palace.
+  Royal mandate we've prepared to call you hence
+  For some ventures new--secure at once the ship
+  For its cruise, new wealth to seek for 'Merrie England.'"
+
+  Unto Lady Rolfe, the King in flattering tones:
+  "Then, our Princess, England's glory wilt proclaim,
+  Through Virginia's wide domain our influence spread.
+  Royal favor them hast won, our blessing take,
+  Thou and Rolfe, who comes e'en now to claim his bride.
+  Loyal subjects live ye both in Jamestown far,
+  Peace be to thy race, in thee our ally made."
+
+  Quoth in gracious tones Her Majesty Queen Anne:--
+  "Welcome, Child, Thou 'Guardian Angel' of the English,
+  Saviour of our Captain and our colony."
+  Pocahontas fain would kneel with humble grace--
+  "Rise, I salute thee, Princess," said the Queen, and smiling,
+  Stooped to kiss on either cheek the Indian maid.
+  Others sought the throne, she stepped aside with Rolfe,
+  Following them came Captain Smith to bid adieu.
+  "Weighty matters call me hence," he said in parting,
+  "But we'll meet again upon Virginia's shore.
+  Fare-thee-well, Lady Rebekah; and thou, Rolfe,
+  Long live both and peace be to thy distant home."
+
+  Thus they parted, each upon a separate pathway,
+  Whose life's orbit once had touched, whose hearts were knitted
+  By the common bond of dauntless love and courage;
+  But the patriot and the poet sing their story,
+  And their names are linked for aye in history.
+
+
+  Nevermore she saw again her native land,
+  Nevermore the forest pathways felt her footstep,
+  Nor the brooklet nor the wigwam heard her singing.
+  Nevermore she sat beneath the pink mimosa
+  Listening to the words of old squaw, Winganameo,
+  Nevermore within her English home at Jamestown
+  Was the gentle Princess Pocahontas seen.
+
+  Far from kindred was her grave[FN#10] beside the seashore,
+  Where the waves for her a tender requiem sang.
+  On Virginian soil her people mourned her death,
+  Lamentations long and loud the Indians made.
+  But the English settlers spoke her name in whispers;
+  For at eventide they seemed to see her often
+  As a radiant vision, white-winged, hovering near.
+
+
+
+
+  [FN#10]  Pocahontas was buried at Gravesend, Eng., 1617.
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+Title: Pocahontas.
+       A Poem
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+Author: Virginia Carter Castleman
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS. ***
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+POCAHONTAS
+
+A Poem
+
+By
+
+Virginia Carter Castleman
+
+
+
+To Anita.
+
+
+
+
+DEDICATION.
+
+
+Virginia! Mother State--thy name beloved
+By every patriot for its music sweet--
+I lay this lowly tribute at thy feet,
+One leaf, perchance, upon thy wreath of fame.
+
+V.C.C.
+
+
+
+
+POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+(A descriptive narrative poem in eight parts.)
+
+
+1. The Little Princess.
+2. The Wizard.
+3. Smith and Newport.
+4. Coronation of Powhatan.
+5. Guardian Angel.
+6. The Parting.
+7. Pocahontas and John Rolfe.
+8. London Town.
+
+
+
+
+I.
+
+
+THE LITTLE PRINCESS.
+
+
+Many dark-eyed children played among the rushes
+By the waters of the inland, plain-like marshes,
+Made them water babies of the tall brown cattails,
+Cradled in the baskets of the plaited willows.
+Of them all was none more gleeful, none more artless
+Than the little Matoax,[FN#1] dearest of the daughters
+Of the mighty Werowance,[FN#2] Powhatan the warrior
+Ruler of the tribes, from whom was named the river
+And the wigwam village and the dark-skinned natives.
+None in all the land, from mountain unto sea,
+None more brave, more stern, and none more feared than he.
+Dear to him the chase, the war, the trembling captives,
+And the rustling pines whose fragrance filled the air--
+Ah! 'Twas in the Springtime, and the world was fair.
+
+
+
+[FN#1]  Matoax, tribal name of Pocahontas.
+
+[FN#2]  Werowance, ruler or chief.
+
+
+
+Evening came; the tired earth had dropped asleep,
+Born the Maytide night in silence calm and deep,
+Bright in azure vault of heaven the twinkling stars
+Vigils kept, as lover over his beloved.
+Only one sound the twilight stillness broke upon,
+Crooning of Indian mother to her babe.
+Fainter grew the mother-song, and died away;
+Then, as if inspired by oft-repeated strain,
+Suddenly a mocking-bird took up refrain--
+New World nightingale whose joyous warbling thrills
+Hearts responsive to the clear, melodious trills.
+Did the music fall upon unheeding ears
+Of the Indian hunters as they slumbering lay?
+Rather in their dreams those forest natives heard
+Echoes of the warrior's triumphant song
+In that hunting-ground where sings the deathless bird.
+
+
+
+
+
+POCAHONTAS.
+
+
+(Prelude.)
+
+
+Softly flowed the current of an ancient river
+Where it circled wide three beauteous emerald isles,
+Ceaseless lapped the waves upon the pebbled shore,
+Fringed with willows silvery, drooping evermore.
+High upon the beach an Indian village stood,
+Twelve low wigwams built upon the seasoned wood.
+Dark-eyed squaws the noonday meal prepared
+For the lordly hunters who on bounty fared.
+Winter's chase was over, each hunter smoked in peace
+(Joy in heart that Spring at length had brought release).
+In the open doorway, whence his proud glance strayed
+From the tentyard where the quiet papoose played
+To the newly bladed corn, the sassafras,
+Dearer than his life the love of Matoax.
+Like the morning sunbeam was her smile, and frequent,
+Like the rippling water was her happy laughter,
+In her eyes the sparkle of the evening planet,
+And her lips were red as brightest coral.
+Day by day she grew in grace of form and beauty,
+Till to where the river meets the rolling sea,
+Spread her fame as loveliest of Indian maidens.
+Born a princess of the forest, born to rule--
+Rule the hearts of men with chains of love--was she.
+
+Springtime into summer passed, with wild rose wreaths
+Maidens decked the princess' raven locks;
+But in Autumn played they with the yellow corn;
+And in Winter oft on snowshoes circled round.
+
+"Maidens,  come, we'll  to the chase  away, away!
+Sing aloud with glee our blithesome roundelay,
+Blow our mimic bugles till the echoes ring,
+Over hill and dale the startled warriors bring,
+Gathering around the campfire we will make the night
+Gay with song, dancing within the mystic light."
+
+Thus cried Matoax-Pocahontas--princess proud.
+On her dark locks placed a squaw the stag horns curved,
+Bound them fast with chains of pearly tinted shells,
+Threw a deerskin mantle o'er the rounded limbs,
+Hung upon her back the quiver full of arrows.
+Score of dusky maidens formed the royal guard,
+With their painted bodies and their flowing hair
+Untamed creatures of the forest crouched they there,
+Will-o'-wisp-like, darting, hiding, re-appearing,
+Silently they waited signal for the chase.
+Word was given, the mimic bugle shrilly blew,
+Echoing through the  glades, whose startled denizens
+Suddenly grew still, the squirrel on the bough,
+Quivering deer, the otter in his secret cave.
+Indian maids with look intent upon the goal,
+Savage yells restrained, upon the chase set forth,
+Swift, with noiseless feet the chieftain's teepee sought.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+
+THE WIZARD.
+
+
+Opekankano, the White Man's deadly foe,
+Treacherous brother of the Wahunsunakok,[FN#3]
+Long had lain in wait to wreak his horrid vengeance
+For the kidnapping of Indians by explorers,
+By those traders who had lust for slaves and gold.
+Years had passed since first the Red Man heard the story,
+Years in which the White Man's blood full forfeit paid,
+Paid in shipwreck, exile, famine, toil, and anguish
+All the debt of crime upon his kinsmen laid;
+Yet did Opekankano forget not ever,
+And he nursed his old-time hate in secret cunning
+Till the White Face in his ship should come again.
+
+
+
+[FN#3]  Wahunsunakok, kingly title of Powhatan.
+
+
+
+Soon he came, the Brave, with few Pale Faces by him,
+With a friendly Indian for his only guide,
+At the White Oak Swamp, beside the Chickahominy,
+There did the Pamunkeys meet him, slew his comrades,
+Brought him captive bound to Opekankano.
+Him they slew not, for he was the White Man's Wizard,
+All the land his fame, his mighty prowess knew,
+And the Red Man sought to learn his wondrous magic,
+Ere they led him tortured to the cruel stake.
+
+'Twas in Wintertime, the snow lay on the ground,
+Brightly shone the sun upon Virginia's forests.
+Evergreens--the holly and the running-pine--
+Made of woods a Christmas bower to put in mind
+Captive of his boyhood home in Lincolnshire.
+Merrie England! far away thou seemed then
+Unto him whose heart beat true to thee. Friendless
+Stood the Brave amid that horde of savages;
+Yet undaunted was his mien, his brow serene.
+Cruel eyes leered at his wounds, and eager
+Were the hands that lured him on to horrid death.
+
+Lo! with simple wiles the Brave defied his fate,
+Held to curious gaze one weapon yet untried--
+Ivory compass 'twas to him, the Wizard's wand
+To the untutored in the lore of pathless deep.
+Quivering needle pointed to lode star above,
+While he taught them by his gestures plain how move
+Planets in their heavenly appointed spheres.
+
+Red Man's wonder grew to awe, to shivering fear
+Of that Spirit World whence came mysterious stranger.
+Opekankano that hour revenge forgot,
+Signal gave his men the death dance to delay,
+Unto Werowocomoco haste away,
+Powhatan the final sentence to impose.
+Far behind them left Pamukeys hills and dales,
+Journeyed with their captives to the lowlands wide,
+Where the  Charles[FN#4] curved  outward  to the noble Bay.
+
+
+
+[FN#4]  Charles, later the York River.
+
+
+
+In his long wigwam sat Wahunsunakok,
+Royal robe of raccoon skins about him wrapped.
+Many squaws, fantastic dressed, behind him seated,
+While in front unbroken line of warriors stood.
+Painted bodies, eagle feathers, tomahawks,
+Showing Red Man's warfare, customs of the race.
+Silently they waited the coming of the Brave.
+This the message sent by Opekankano:
+"White Face Wizard is at last the Red Man's prey,
+Let the death feast be prepared for him, unless
+Powhatan desire to set the captive free,
+Since from Spirit World he comes mysteriously."
+
+Deathfeast was prepared, scarce had the captive come
+Than at sumptuous banquet was he rudely placed.
+Limbs unbound, once more the hope of freedom swelled
+In his breast; clear was his mind and keen his eye;
+Quickly he surveyed the scene, beheld the squaws,
+Saw the warriors guarding Wahunsunakok,
+Closely watched by wily Opekankano,
+Last the death feast--well he knew the woeful sign--
+Sickened then his stomach at the sight of food,
+Yet hard pressed, he urged him to the hateful task,
+Made pretence of eating slow the while his brain
+Rapidly was planning to escape his doom.
+Weapons none had he, e'en gone the ivory compass
+And the pistol that erstwhile had terrified
+Superstitious foes, the bullets long since hid
+In the breast of more than one bloodthirsty savage.
+
+While he mused, the awful stillness of the place
+Sudden changed--Hark to the note of bugle shrill!
+List to the gleeful song and to the rythmic tread
+Of the woodnymphs circling round the phalanx grim,
+Even to the feet of Wahunsunakok.
+Eagle eye of Powhatan grew brighter yet,
+And his stern old visage softened as he gazed
+On the laughing princess and her retinue--
+Happy maidens breathless from the daring chase.
+Stately head he bent, but spoke no word of greeting,
+Powerful hand he raised, with single gesture bade
+Solemn silence of the curious, motley throng.
+
+Quickly mirth of Pocahontas died away,
+And her lightning glance at once did stray
+Meeting gaze direct and true, yet fond withal,
+Of those eyes whose strange, mysterious power cast
+Spell upon her heart, that thrilled to swift response.
+Dark eyes softened, flashed again with sudden fire,
+Pocahontas stood entranced, as in a dream,
+Watched the heavy stones laid on the hardened earth,
+Saw the Brave led forth, the tomahawk upraised--
+Awful moment's hush was pierced by anguished cry,
+As around the captive's neck her arms were flung,
+Precious life to save, the maiden's one desire.
+
+Sign from chieftain stayed descent of bloody axe,
+Guiding hand of princess led the captive forward--
+"Sire, he's mine," she cried, "Adopt him for thy son,
+If thou Matoax lovest best of all thine own."
+Powhatan thus answered to the lovely maid,
+"'Tis thy wish, Matoax; the Wizard's life be spared;
+From henceforth we name him 'son'; his people ours;
+Let the Brave be called for aye a Powhatan!"
+Mighty shout ascended from the watching throng,
+As the Saxon and the Indian princess stood
+Hand in hand before the Wahunsunakok.
+Presently a guide was sent to take the Wizard
+Back to Jamestown, where long weeks they'd mourned him dead.
+
+
+
+III.
+
+
+SMITH AND NEWPORT.
+
+
+News of Smith's escape from cruel death ere long
+Reached the eager ears of England's Scottish king
+(He who wrote the scathing Counterblast to smoke),
+And he straightway sent a brilliant scarlet robe
+Present for the Indian "Emperor Powhatan,"
+Ordering that the royal native should be crowned.
+
+"On fool's errand dost thou come, Captain Newport,"
+Quoth John Smith with rising ire as he read
+Quaintly worded mandate from across the sea.
+"What is this that we must vainly search for next?
+'Gold mines, South Sea Islands, and lost colonists!'
+Daily have we much ado to keep ourselves,
+What with starving, mutiny, and Indian raids,
+Questions vexed that keep our minds from roving far
+From these palisades our toiling hands have reared,
+Come, Newport, we'll set our wits to work at once
+To unravel from this web of words the sense
+That our monarch would impart.
+Come, sit you down,
+Let us gaily fill our pipes with fragrant weed
+Such as natives grow--perchance its soothing power
+Anger will assuage; vexations disappear
+In these wreaths of smoke King James will never see!
+
+"Of one thing be thou assured," said Newport, smiling--
+"That King James will at your hands (through me) require
+Full account of crowning of the Werowance,
+Cost of every gift bestowed upon the chief,
+Or upon that charming Princess Pocahontas,
+Rumor couples  with your  name,  Sir President!"
+
+"Nay, Newport, a child in years, the bright-eyed maid,
+Yet with heart of gold and mother wit
+Working e'er to save our colony from ruin.
+He who dares vile slander make or evil think
+Is unworthy woman's love or England's trust."
+
+"No offense was meant," the Captain quick replied,
+"'Tis romantic tale, and still a nine days' wonder,
+You, the noble victim of a murderous plot,
+Maiden's fancy but the arbiter of fate."
+
+"Idle Gossip hath her day," Smith slowly said--
+"Let us plan to carry out the crowning farce,
+May it serve to charm the haughty Powhatan,
+As it pleases England's monarch for the time.
+Yes, the scarlet robe will dazzle Indian chief,
+An' it is your wish to make of him a clown.
+'Tis a trifling matter that; more serious far
+Charges given you by the London Company,
+Who from distant lands know naught, in truth,
+Of the frontier hardships, of the settler's needs.
+Can you not inform them in the plainest terms
+Of the falseness of the accusations made?
+Stay! myself will write them and boldly refute
+All their calumnies; set forth details in order,
+Calling 'spade a spade'--'twill be my 'Answer Rude.'"[FN#5]
+
+
+
+[FN#5]  Smith's "Rude Answer," sent as a refutation of charges made by
+the London Company at the instigation of his enemies.
+
+
+
+"It were wiser, Mr. President, for you
+Moderation still to use, although in part
+Truth be veiled; the Company it pleaseth not
+Always to be told of factions in our midst.
+Even though you, the foremost man, the brave explorer,
+Much have suffered, many ills have yet to bear,
+Still be patient, for the darkest clouds will lift,
+Future sunlight blaze your name on history's pages,
+As the Saviour of the English colony--
+Fair Virginia! Raleigh's life-long hope and passion,
+Vast and proud possession of the Virgin Queen.
+You alone, Sir President, command the power
+Simple natives of this beauteous land to sway,
+Tribes to hold in check; these struggling homes to foster,
+Realizing dream of years, desire of nations.
+You alone hold key to knowledge of this country,
+For the which bold science will reward you well."
+
+"Key  to   knowledge?--It  is  here," Smith made reply,
+Holding up to view his lately finished maps,
+Work of months at cost of body and of brain.
+"Here," he added, lifting closely written sheets,
+"Look! first draft of this, my "Generall Historie."[FN#6]
+
+
+
+[FN#6]  Smith's "Generall Historie" pub. in England in 1624.
+
+
+
+"Patience yet must have her limit, trusty friend,
+Comes the time for action, e'en to men of peace,
+Maps and Historie  and Answer Rude shall form
+Trio to convince the London Company."
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+CORONATION OF POWHATAN.
+
+
+It was near the time of Indian Summer in the land,
+Mellow haze pervaded earth and sky and sea,
+White sails drifting over waters calm were mirrored
+In the blue. The seagulls followed swiftly on.
+Up James River glided in their well-manned barge
+Captains twain in search of Wahunsunakok.
+Heaped on either bank they saw the golden corn,
+Store of Winter food, the bread the settlers craved,
+Bartering kettles, beads, and ribbons gay to squaws,
+And to warriors--hatchets, knives, and sometimes guns.
+Where the river softly curved around the isles,
+Boatmen spied the village of the Powhatans
+Partly hid by bending willows on the shore.
+"Virginia, earth's Paradise, methinks," quoth Smith,
+Following with his keen eyes past the river's bend
+To the distant slopes where dark pines touched the sky.
+"On the morrow we'll explore these upper channels
+Where the air breathes health, to mountains penetrate,
+Seek a site whereon to build some future day
+City that shall vie with Old World's leading marts
+In its beauty and its splendor.
+Visions bright
+Picture New World's temples rise in glorious might.
+Let us name this city-in-the-wilds Nonesuch!"[FN#7]
+
+
+
+[FN#7]  Nonesuch, site chosen by Smith for the city later
+built a few miles away and named Richmond.
+
+
+
+Newport, better versed in ways of England's Court,
+Less enthused with spirit of adventure, said,
+"It were wiser name yon city-in-the-wilds
+For some Earl or Duke in royal favor high,
+Who might coffers pinch and weighty influence lend
+To the furtherance of those dreams that grip the brain
+Of the Company's substitute, Sir President."
+'Neath the shadowy willows did they moor the barge,
+Stopped ashore, the captains and their followers.
+In his wigwam Powhatan received in state
+August visitors, inquiring errand there.
+When they told him England's monarch wished him crowned
+"Emperor Powhatan," had presents sent forsooth,
+Indian chieftain stood erect in proud disdain,
+"I am king" his look, his manner plainly said,
+"King of people who are natives in this land
+White Man covets--mine the power to give or keep."
+
+"'Tis but token of our love for you," said Smith,
+While unfolding, spreading wide the scarlet robe.
+"Look! this mantle sent to please your Royal Highness,
+This, the golden crown to place upon your head
+When it suits your pleasure, mighty Werowance,
+Wilt not take the gift of love from me, your 'son,'
+Whom from death you saved--you and Princess brave?
+Pocahontas, too, we have remembered well--
+See this coral necklace with her name engraved."
+
+Nearer drew the forest monarch, visage brightening
+As upon the gorgeous robe he fixed his gaze,
+And with eager fingers felt the texture soft.
+Glittering crown he lifted (it was burnished brass!),
+Eyed with keen approval, nodding his assent.
+Newport tried to make the Werowance kneel--in vain!
+Indian will not bow, he lowering frowns instead,
+Until Pocahontas, gliding forth, did place
+Hand upon her sire's arm, and whisper low
+Words none other heard but Wahunsunakok--
+Smiled the haughty warrior then and slowly knelt,
+While they put on him the royal robe and crown,
+Princess deftly slipped from place the Indian mantle,
+Raccoon skin, with tails for fringe, exchange of gifts
+Which it pleased him to bestow on Brother King
+As a token of his favor and esteem.
+
+Smith with outstretched hands and words of gratitude,
+Called to him the maiden, she but shyly came,
+Spoke in broken English words she knew--"My Father!"
+While he named her tenderly, "My dearest child,"
+Gently clasped around her neck the coral chain,
+Leading her to Newport, and in louder tones:
+"Captain, this the maid who risked her life for mine."
+Gallantly the Captain bowed and kissed the hand
+Of the Princess, murmuring praises Pocahontas
+Understood not fully.
+Then they bade adieu,
+Planning to set forth straightway; but Powhatan
+Urged them to remain until the morn and feast,
+Smoke the pipe of peace before they sailed away.
+
+
+
+V.
+
+GUARDIAN ANGEL.
+
+
+"Corn we need, and plenty, too," spoke Captain Smith,
+Frowning as he laid his hand upon his sword.
+"Promise we have kept, to send you builders four,
+But you've failed us, Powhatan, would let us starve
+For the want of food while you have plenteous store.
+Trade in copper or in household goods we offer,
+But the swords and guns you ask for in exchange
+None may part with; for these weapons are to us
+What your bows and arrows are to you, forsooth---
+Means to gain our living--or to slay our foes!
+Heed you not our words, we'll find some other way
+Grain to garner; but with you our friendship ends."
+
+Masterful the tone, backed by the weapon raised--
+Wily Powhatan was moved to shift his ground,
+Waiting squaws he bade to fill with yellow corn
+Dozen baskets that were speedy set in row
+'Twixt the Werowance and the doughty President.
+Parleying ensued, a second plea for guns,
+Guns and swords; but Smith stood firm, with darkening eye
+Waiting the arrival of his gallant men,
+Score of whom were left to break the river's ice,
+For 'twas Winter and the fear of "Starving Time"
+Was assuaged by courage and by tactics bold
+Such as President alone could well employ.
+
+Powhatan with baffled look and stealthy stride
+Sudden vanished from the room, leaving squaws.
+Side by side the English stood with pointed weapons,
+Eyes fixed on the open door whence swiftly came
+Savage warriors rushing madly on their prey.
+Fell the foremost dead; a second leaped and fell;
+Halted all at smell of powder, sight of smoke,
+Turned and fled with superstitions dread o'er-come.
+Speedily arrived the sailors and the soldiers
+Smith had summoned.
+At his word a guard detailed
+Watched the Indians while they carried to the barge
+Baskets piled with corn, provisions dearly bought.
+
+"Here will we rest till morning dawns," the Captain said,
+"In this outpost rude well wait the rising of the tide,
+Russell, comrade brave, and West, and Percy, too,
+Stay with me, a guard at door; the rest away!
+Corn to watch, the stranded barge, the pinnace there."
+
+Round the open fire they sat them down awhile--
+On such gruesome night they had no thought for sleep.
+Powhatan now sent a present to the Captain,
+Bracelet to appease the fiery White Man's wrath;
+Soon some Indians came to bring them venison,
+Feast they much enjoyed despite their secret doubts.
+Scarce had natives left when through the cabin door
+Pocahontas stepped with wild-eyed countenance,
+Wrung her hands and cried, "Beware the Powhatans!
+Seek your ships; my people plot your lives to take--
+Would you live, begone from here, no more delay!"
+Her tears brave Pocahontas could no longer stay.
+
+Uprose Smith, advanced in haste to greet the maid--
+"Guardian Angel! fear not for the White Men's lives;
+We will heed your warning; it is not in vain;
+With these guns and swords we're safe until the dawn,
+And with high tide will our men and ships depart.
+Stay not thou, I pray, since peril lurks for thee,
+Friend of White Man! to thy teepee hie thee back,
+Wait and watch and pray, as we shall surely do,
+Till the night shall pass and come the break of day."
+
+"Fare-thee-well, Great Spirit guard thee, Friends!" she cried--
+Back to the Indian village Pocahontas fled.
+Despite her warning and their dread, the Red Men came not;
+For they feared the wakeful foe, the magic guns,--
+Kept in hiding for the time.
+At faintest dawn
+English sought the pinnace, homeward made their way.
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+
+THE PARTING.
+
+
+In the meadow by the brooklet was the wigwam
+Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who to Matoax
+From her childhood oft had taught the folklore,
+Tales of olden days beside the roaring ocean
+Where the White Man's ships were wrecked beside the beach,
+Where through pine woods roamed at will the stalwart Red Men--
+Accomacks and Chesapeacks and Potomekes,
+Tappahannocks,  Wangoags,  Payankatankas,
+And the giants of the North, Sasquesahannocks,
+And the Roanoaks from the magnolia Southlands.
+How they fought and how they were united,
+How the Powhatan his mighty rule extended--
+All these things the old squaw told the maiden.
+
+Under the mimosa sat Matoax often,
+While she listened to the old squaw's wondrous tales,
+learned from her to trace the beadwork patterns deftly
+On the moccasins or on the women's mantles;
+But of all the stories Winganameo told her,
+None the maiden loved to hear so oft repeated
+As the legend of the lost ones of Croatan,[FN#8]
+And the island where the blue-eyed children lived.
+Thus it was that Pocahontas heard of English
+Long before she looked upon the strange Pale Faces,
+Dreamed of them as little lower than the angels,
+With the wisdom of the ages blessed.
+
+
+
+[FN#8]  Refers to the "Lost Colony of Roanoke, 1587,"
+(see Hawk's History of North Carolina).
+
+
+
+To the wigwam by the brooklet came the Princess
+Oft at evening; told to Winganameo softly
+How the English called her "Guardian Angel," loved her,
+Gave her presents, daily asked her to their homes.
+Winganameo nodded sagely as she listened,
+But she spoke a word of warning to the Princess:
+"Let not Pale Face bring unto you sorrow, Matoax;
+As a mother I have watched you coming, going,
+Princess born, 'tis many a warrior would wed you,
+Better could you find a male among your own;
+For the Pale Face is not of us, is a stranger;
+Though he love you, he will leave you for his people,
+And his home beyond the sea.
+I have seen it,
+Often have I seen it, watched him sail away
+Nevermore returning.
+Heed my words, O, Daughter!"
+
+Pocahontas listened, but her lips replied not,
+All her heart was mirrored  in her dreaming eyes,
+As she sat with folded hands beneath the shadow
+Of mimosa branches with their pink-hued blossoms
+Making fairy canopy above her head.
+
+While they sat together in the twilight hour
+Came to them a messenger direct from Jamestown,
+Indian hunter, many a mile he'd walked to tell
+To his people that the Wizard brave lay wounded
+Unto death within his cabin, nursed by soldiers
+Who would take him soon across the sea to England.
+
+Pocahontas heard the tidings, listening quiet,
+But with bated breath--spoke to Winganameo,
+Saying, "We must go, mayhap the Captain needs us."
+And the old squaw whispered back to her in following,
+"Unto Jamestown we will go together, Daughter."
+So they journeyed onward through the field and forest,
+While the silver moonbeams fitful shadows made
+On their pathway, till they reached the settlers' country,
+Saw the palisades and houses of the English.
+"Father," cried the Princess, kneeling by the bedside
+Of the sometime President, who suffering lay--
+"Art thou wounded sore, and is it true they say
+That to England thou must go, or life's in danger?
+Winganameo comes to nurse thee at my bidding,
+She the old squaw of my people hath much knowledge,
+Many wounded, sick to death has helped to cure--
+Must thou go across the distant waters, Father?"
+
+Scarcely had the wounded Captain strength to answer,
+But he feebly placed his hand upon her head,
+"Child, 'tis true indeed, that I am past your aid,
+And must seek for London surgery, since the wound
+From explosion of the powder festers sore;
+Hence I leave our well-loved colony for England--
+If I live I'll come again unto Virginia.
+Pocahontas! first as little maid I saw thee,
+Into noble womanhood I've watched thee growing,
+Few and fleeting are the years we've known each other,
+Thou hast ever been the White Man's loyal friend.
+Keep the trust I give thee with my parting blessing.
+Still defend these homes, make peace among thy people,
+God reward thee, Princess, in the days to come."
+
+Fainter grew his breath from pain, the watching soldiers
+Motioned her away, she turned from them in silence,
+Followed by the old squaw, glided from the cabin.
+Tears came not that day, despair was in her heart,
+Dark the future to the lonely Indian maid.
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+
+POCAHONTAS AND JOHN ROLFE.
+
+
+Swiftly passed two years; the colony was saved
+From dire ruin by Lord Delaware's arrival
+With supplies and words of cheer, with thankful prayers
+Unto heaven for rescue from the "Starving Time."
+But the Indians had resentful grown meanwhile,
+Pocahontas long had vanished from their ken,
+Said the settlers questioned of the Princess' fate.
+
+Once again the colonists took courage, throve
+'Neath the strong rule of "High Marshall" Thomas Dale.
+Argall bold began to open trade once more
+With the tribes; the Potomekes he cruised among,
+Learned from them that Pocahontas was their guest,
+Bribed a squaw to bring her to the waiting ship,
+Carried her away to Jamestown as a hostage--
+Not unwilling hostage to the English race,
+Which she loved, though weaned from her childhood's ardor.
+
+Day by day she came and went among the settlers
+With a noiseless step, with gentle courtesy
+That soon won for her the friendship of her captors.
+Children loved her, played with her among the flowers
+Growing wild in woodland and in meadows;
+And she wove them flower baskets of the rushes
+By the shallow pools within the wide brown marshes.
+Oftener she sat beside the open doorway
+With her beadwork, and her skilful fingers plying
+Deftly back and forth upon the wooden frame,
+Fashioned wondrous patterns of the brightest colors
+For the moccasins and dresses of the women.
+
+It was thus that Rolfe, the English planter saw her,
+And the picture of the maiden at her beadwork
+Haunted long his memory as he sat alone
+In the home bereft of woman's love and care.
+Long he mused and sadly on his mournful fortunes
+Since the fateful shipwreck on Bermuda's shore
+That had left him lonely, left a gloomy shadow
+On his New World home.
+Then he broke the silence:
+"Others who have loved and lost to grief consent not.
+Rouse them from their sorrow unto nobler purpose.
+Well I know that melancholy claims the captive,
+Marks the trembling hostage for its own--
+Alas!
+Often have I seen her steal away at twilight
+To the cabin rude where once he lived, her hero,
+Where of yore his voice had welcomed her in greeting;
+Or again, when none is by to watch her mourning
+For the old days when she roamed a princess free,
+I myself have overheard her quiet weeping.
+She is lonely, needs a strong arm to protect her--
+Dare I then, a Saxon, wed an Indian maiden?
+Lo! I see the future brightening, love and peace
+In these walls abiding; and for aye united
+Conquering and conquered races of our land.
+Yes, in years to come Virginia shall bless me,
+Children proud their lineage trace to Pocahontas
+Princess royal of the native Powhatans.
+Wake, John Rolfe, from idle dreaming! Simple wooing
+Better suits the brave man's case than castle-building.
+Friends will mock, no doubt, the sober planter's fancy,
+And the maid herself refuse to hear my pleading;
+Yet I dare to risk the White Man's scorning even,
+In such cause--with me decision's half the battle."
+
+Pocahontas at the doorway saw him coming,
+Saw his shadow fall upon the broidered beading,
+And her nimble lingers paused, she upward glanced,
+Radiant smile came swiftly as she met his gaze,
+For he oft had spoke her kindly since her advent
+As a maid forlorn to dwell at once-loved Jamestown.
+Rolfe sat down beside her, questioning Pocahontas
+Of her kindred, of the tribes that lived about them,
+Of her playmates in the pretty upland village,
+Of the warriors who had fought (and died in fighting)
+For the Red Man's country, for the Powhatans.
+Of the old squaw, Winganameo, who had taught her,
+Of the young bucks who had danced around the campfires.
+
+Thus at length spoke Rolfe in softened tones and serious:
+"Pocahontas, I am lonely. Many times
+Moons have waxed and waned since first I landed homeless
+On this shore; still my fireside is lacking
+Woman's presence. And my heart was desolate
+Till your face I saw beside this cottage door,
+And your voice did stir the depths of my affections.
+Simple is my wooing, but my love sincere—
+Pocahontas, hear me! you are lonely, too."
+
+Surged the rich red over dusky cheek and brow,
+Then as sudden vanished as she answered softly,
+"Thou  an Englishman, to wed an Indian maiden?
+Ah, Mr. Rolfe, once did I know not difference
+'Twist the Red Man's squaw, the White Man's honored wife,
+Indian princess was one truly, not a plaything
+Whom the world might scorn at will--
+But now!
+I have learned my lesson all too well, I fear.
+Yes, I'm lonely here; and yet among my kindred
+I am lonelier still, for I have learned to love
+Ways of Pale Face--one did teach me that in childhood.
+Oft, methinks, there's no one careth for me now;
+But forgive me if I do thee wrong, kind friend,
+Thou hast ever patient been, the while my heart was sore."
+
+"Listen, Pocahontas," once again he pleaded,
+"Dry those tears, forget past ills, think of the years,
+Happy years before us; and the home we'll make
+In these wilds, where Indian and English both
+Shall a welcome find with Lord and Lady Rolfe."
+
+Pocahontas listened, gave a shy consent,
+Yielding heart and hand into his life-long keeping;
+Henceforth was John Rolfe to be her true protector,
+With his people she would cast her lot for aye.
+Fitting preparation for an English home,
+Bible truths they taught her--which she knew in part--
+In the little church, at the baptismal font
+She was named "Rebekah"--Parson Whitaker,
+"Apostle of Virginia," was the English priest.
+
+Dawned the day that saw the union of the races--
+English and the Indian--on Virginia's soil.
+In the Jamestown Church the rites were solemnized,
+Compact sealed that helped to make our history.
+Fragrant blooms gave the native jessamine
+For the bridal altar; while with brilliant sprays
+Coral honeysuckle wreathed the Princess' brow,
+Matching necklace, gift of Smith, sole ornament
+Save betrothal ring upon the shapely hand.
+Assembled in the church a goodly company,
+Englishmen in force, with them the Powhatans,
+Witnessing the marriage of their Princess.
+Thus alliance was renewed and peace proclaimed.
+
+
+
+VIII.
+
+
+LONDON TOWN.
+
+
+Other two years passed; upon the ship that sailed
+Unto England's shore with Thomas Dale, there went
+Mr. Rolfe and wife, "Lady Rebekah" famed.
+London well received them, feted oft the Princess,
+By the Lady Delaware at Court presented
+Where her sweet simplicity, her winning grace
+Won for season brief the flattery of all.
+In the social world, her name "La Belle Sauvage!"
+Artists sought her beauty to immortalize.
+With a noble mien she moved among the throng,
+Yet with melancholy touched the Indian face,
+Eyes observant, oft with wistful sadness filled.
+
+Smith heard of her fame and yet delayed his visit
+Starting forth at length upon his errand, mused:
+"Dare I see her once again, as Lady Rolfe,
+Whom I knew as maiden-of-the-wilderness?
+Shall I find her changed by fashion's tyranny?
+Princess fancy free, so bright, go gay, so loyal--
+Thus I knew her first; but later bowed with grief
+O'er my wounds, my misery, the parting sad.
+Ah, Tragabigzanda![FN#9] then, my early love,
+Time can ne'er efface thy  memory from, my heart!
+Even thou hast had one rival in this maiden--
+List! she  comes--I  must recall me to my senses."
+
+
+
+[FN#9]  Tragabigzanda, the lady with whom Smith fell in love during
+his captivity in Turkey in early life.
+
+
+
+Rustle of her silken train he heard. She came
+With a stately step to greet her visitor.
+Once she saw his face, a startled cry she gave,
+"They did tell me that you long were dead, 'my Father'!"
+"Lady Rebekah," murmured Smith, in bending low
+Ringed hand to kiss with grateful gallantry,
+"Nigh unto death was I; but God has spared my life
+For mysterious purpose.
+Think not I'd forgot thee,
+Long my silence, yet my thoughts still backward turned
+To the distant colony, to Pocahontas!
+And thou, Princess? I have heard of Rolfe's good fortune,
+And am come to wish you both long happiness."
+
+"Call me child again," she cried, "as in the days
+Of that past when thou wast still my 'Father,' friend!
+Here is not my home, I stifle 'mid the crowd;
+For I love not flattery nor palace halls;
+But green woodlands, air, and space--not gloomy walls."
+
+"For thy forest home thou pinest, 'Child,'" he said,
+"Soon thy husband will remove thee hence, I trow,
+Goodly Englishman is Rolfe, and worthy thee."
+
+Smiling through her tears, she  proudly  answered to him:
+"More than worthy is my husband, and he bears
+In Virginia's colony a noble part."
+
+Came a messenger unto the Lady Rolfe,
+Summoning the Princess to the Royal Court.
+Hearing which, Smith said:
+"With your permission, Lady,
+I will be your escort to King James's Palace,
+Since it long has been my wish and my intention
+To resign the student's life, give up seclusion,
+Once again become a sailor on the seas,
+Distant lands explore, new maps and history make
+Whereon future worlds may build.
+This my hope,
+This the one ambition that fires the wanderer's brain."
+
+"Come," said Lady Rolfe, with gentle dignity,
+"We will go together to the Royal Palace,
+Take our rightful place among the brilliant throng,
+With the rest do grateful homage to our King."
+
+Gay the scene, the waiting courtiers stood aside
+While they made their way--the Captain and the Princess--
+To the throne, bowed low before the monarch proud,
+Who gave royal welcome, saying unto Smith,
+"How, my Captain bold! Too long your needed presence
+We have missed from London town and from our Palace.
+Royal mandate we've prepared to call you hence
+For some ventures new--secure at once the ship
+For its cruise, new wealth to seek for 'Merrie England.'"
+
+Unto Lady Rolfe, the King in flattering tones:
+"Then, our Princess, England's glory wilt proclaim,
+Through Virginia's wide domain our influence spread.
+Royal favor them hast won, our blessing take,
+Thou and Rolfe, who comes e'en now to claim his bride.
+Loyal subjects live ye both in Jamestown far,
+Peace be to thy race, in thee our ally made."
+
+Quoth in gracious tones Her Majesty Queen Anne:--
+"Welcome, Child, Thou 'Guardian Angel' of the English,
+Saviour of our Captain and our colony."
+Pocahontas fain would kneel with humble grace--
+"Rise, I salute thee, Princess," said the Queen, and smiling,
+Stooped to kiss on either cheek the Indian maid.
+Others sought the throne, she stepped aside with Rolfe,
+Following them came Captain Smith to bid adieu.
+"Weighty matters call me hence," he said in parting,
+"But we'll meet again upon Virginia's shore.
+Fare-thee-well, Lady Rebekah; and thou, Rolfe,
+Long live both and peace be to thy distant home."
+
+Thus they parted, each upon a separate pathway,
+Whose life's orbit once had touched, whose hearts were knitted
+By the common bond of dauntless love and courage;
+But the patriot and the poet sing their story,
+And their names are linked for aye in history.
+
+
+Nevermore she saw again her native land,
+Nevermore the forest pathways felt her footstep,
+Nor the brooklet nor the wigwam heard her singing.
+Nevermore she sat beneath the pink mimosa
+Listening to the words of old squaw, Winganameo,
+Nevermore within her English home at Jamestown
+Was the gentle Princess Pocahontas seen.
+
+Far from kindred was her grave[FN#10] beside the seashore,
+Where the waves for her a tender requiem sang.
+On Virginian soil her people mourned her death,
+Lamentations long and loud the Indians made.
+But the English settlers spoke her name in whispers;
+For at eventide they seemed to see her often
+As a radiant vision, white-winged, hovering near.
+
+
+
+
+[FN#10]  Pocahontas was buried at Gravesend, Eng., 1617.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Smoke the pipe of peace before they sailed away.
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+V.
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+GUARDIAN ANGEL.
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+"Corn we need, and plenty, too," spoke Captain Smith,
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