I bear my burden of the shame,— I claim some candor to my name, And courage cannot change or die,- The standing side by side till death, How wound we through the solid wood, With all its broad boughs hung in green, With lichen mosses trail'd between! How waked the spotted beasts of prey, And snakes, long, lithe and beautiful As green and graceful bough'd bamboo, Did twist and twine them through and through er'd His folds like liftings of the tide, The trees shook hands high overhead, Let not one sunshaft shoot between. Birds hung and swung, green-robed and red, Or droop'd in curved lines dreamily, Rainbows reversed, from tree to tree, And took no note of us at all, Though nuts that in the way were spread Wild lilies, tall as maidens are, How ran lithe monkeys through the leaves ! How rush'd they through, brown clad and blue, Like shuttles hurried through and through The threads a hasty weaver weaves! How quick they cast us fruits of gold, Then loosen'd hand and all foothold, The long day through from blossom'd trees There came the sweet song of sweet bees, With chorus-tones of cockatoo That slid his beak along the bough, And walk'd and talk'd and hung and swung, In crown of gold and coat of blue, The wisest fool that ever sung, Or had a crown, or held a tongue. Oh!when we broke the somber wood In solid column, square, and file And ranks more martial than our own! Some one above the common kind, Some one to look to, lean upon, I think is much a woman's mind; But it was mine, and I had drawn A rein beside the chief while we Rode through the forest leisurely; When he grew kind and question'd me Of kindred, home, and home affair, Of how I came to wander there, And had my father herds and land And men in hundreds at command? At which I silent shook my head, Then, timid, met his eyes and said, "Not so. Where sunny-foot hills run Down to the North Pacific sea, And Willamette meets the sun In many angles, patiently My father tends his flocks of snow, And turns alone the mellow sod |