Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1856-01-30

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In days Of yore, as warriors tell
When bright the lOdge-6re glows--
Among the stars in Heaven that dwell,
Adeadiy feud arose.
For one had sinned-they said he loved
A maid Of mortal mould;
And tho from Heaven his spirit rOvtd,
Twas uneonfessed-untold.
The shuddering skies were wrapt in gloom,
And on the thunder's path,
For that star-spirit's final doom,
They gathered in their wrath.
They dimmed the gold-drops on his wings,
They reft his radiant crown,
They crushed his harp of thousand strings,
And stained his young renown.
With derce-bent brow and angry froEn
Dark seowled each angel high;
and when the rushing night came down,
They scourged him from the skyl
Twas at the time when snow-wreaths melt,
And Spring birds MARBLE wild,
BE sought the lodge where Mona dwelt
KOhoOmas OlIy child.
Oh surely twas no Iawless crime
To love so fair thingl
dew drop in the mornings prime
A lily Of the Spring.
So pure in heart, so free from guile,
So beautiful, and still
So sad; yet was her April smile
Like SUM ght on rill.
Her wild, sweet voice, on eIoudless nights,
Like some strange spirit-hymn,
Came winding up along the heights
Until the stars grew dim.
And YET, though soft the dreamy strain,
The listener paused to hear:
He shrank as if a wall Of pain,
At times, had pierced his ear.
Full of her fathers friends would come
As we stole on apace,
To old Kohooma's woodland home,
To gaze upon her facs.
Then slowly to their wondering sight,
Upon the dusk would rise
The wandering planet-star, whose Light
Lay deep in Mona's eyes.
Each night it hung above her brow
In all its lustrous pride,
And dark-eyei maideus called her now,
"The starry spirits BRIDE"
Like melting music through her soul,
As mournful and as sweet,
The stars bewitchng radiance stole,
Her inmost thought to meet.
A feeling like the gift of wings
ItEave her, and afar
She scared above all earthly things,
In spirit too, star
she seemed unto its love to cling,
Twas Of her life part
A burning, yet undying thing,
COiled closely round her heart.
One morn, twas when the days were long,
And in their summer glow,
She wandered where the swamps among,
The bright red berries grow.
Her oser basket on her arm,
Her dark hair floating free;
The robes that decked her slender form
Were broidered curiOusly.
II roaming thus amid the wild
The hunter met her there,
He turned, and deemed the lonely child
Some sprte Of upper air.
She wandered on, the trail she lost,
Among the thickets dark,
And many lonely dell she crossed
To find one homeward mark.
Her feet were sczwHs the tEickling blood
Had stained her palsh tKSt Day;
Yet, through the green and oozy hOOl
She sept her weary way.
Her broidered moccasins we're gone,
Her rich robe tCrn and soiled;
Her long, black locks like serpsnts shone
About her shoulders cooled.
The night came down, the winds we're out,
And hoarse the thundsrs rolled;
The storms were on their hurrying route
On pinions dark and cold.
Amid the gloom so deep and dread,
The driving rain fell fist,
The cypress bowed its stately head,
Low, moaning, to the blast.
The live.osk like a mountain rose,-
His hanging clouds Of mos
To every wailing wind that blows,
Their shaggy surges tosS
Was Mons's psnet-loys ATARI
Why hid he from her sighiS
Alas not cen heavenly sar
Could live on such q night
The day came up the tempest sept,
The summer splendocs burned;
But to tie lodge Of those who Sept,
Young Mona ne'er returned!
For Ike the stars at dawn thss hide
Within the deeps If day,
The lonely planets spirit-bride,
Had passed from earth away.
Yet Of, the hunter, lost at night
In some enchanted vale,
Still sees that wandering planets light
Far-aoatiug on the gale.
As Ger the swamp, and through the fen,
And By the lonely wave,
In forest d&rk, and greenwood glen
1t seeks sweet Monas gravel
FoREsT HoxE, Jan., 1ss6.