as well as her person, but as soon as I looked her in the
Is whelmed and slaughtered in a sudden snare.
All murdered by the blacks! smit while they lay
In silver dreams, and with the far faint fall
Of many waters breaking on their sleep!
Yea, in the tracts unknown of any man
Save savages - the dim-discovered ways
Of footless silence or unhappy winds -
The wild men came upon them, like a fire