In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water,
Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree;
She was the mountain-king's rosy-lipped daughter,
The brave warrior-chief of the valley was he.
Then all things around them, below and above,
Were basking as now in the sunshine of love--
In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing stream.
In the days that are gone, they were laid 'neath the willow,
The maid in her beauty, the youth in his pride;
Both slain by the foeman who crossed the dark billow,
And stole the broad lands where their children reside;
Whose fathers, when dying, in fear looked above,
And trembled to think of that chief and his love,
In the days that are gone, by this sweet flowing stream.
A Legend Of The Mohawk
George Pope Morris
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Poem topics: beauty, brave, children, dark, daughter, fear, pride, sunshine, tree, water, king, shade, mountain, valley, warrior, youth, stream, sweet, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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