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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pocahontas + A Poem + +Author: Virginia Carter Castleman + +Posting Date: October 24, 2011 [EBook #9985] +Release Date: February, 2006 +First Posted: November 5, 2003 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS *** + + + + +Produced by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + + + + + + + + + + +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. + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Pocahontas, by Virginia Carter Castleman + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS *** + +***** This file should be named 9985-8.txt or 9985-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/9/9/8/9985/ + +Produced by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Pocahontas + A Poem + +Author: Virginia Carter Castleman + +Posting Date: October 24, 2011 [EBook #9985] +Release Date: February, 2006 +First Posted: November 5, 2003 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS *** + + + + +Produced by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + + + + + + + + + + +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. + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Pocahontas, by Virginia Carter Castleman + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS *** + +***** This file should be named 9985.txt or 9985.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/9/9/8/9985/ + +Produced by an anonymous Project Gutenberg volunteer. + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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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. + + + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Pocahontas., by Virginia Carter Castleman + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POCAHONTAS. *** + +This file should be named pocnt10.txt or pocnt10.zip +Corrected EDITIONS of our eBooks get a new NUMBER, pocnt11.txt +VERSIONS based on separate sources get new LETTER, pocnt10a.txt + +Project Gutenberg eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the US +unless a copyright notice is included. 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