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The Slaver in the broad lagoon	A
Lay moored with idle sail	B
He waited for the rising moon	A
And for the evening gale	B
	-
Under the shore his boat was tied	C
And all her listless crew	D
Watched the gray alligator slide	C
Into the still bayou	D
	-
Odors of orange flowers and spice	E
Reached them from time to time	F
Like airs that breathe from Paradise	E
Upon a world of crime	F
	-
The Planter under his roof of thatch	G
Smoked thoughtfully and slow	H
The Slaver's thumb was on the latch	G
He seemed in haste to go	H
	-
He said 'My ship at anchor rides	I
In yonder broad lagoon	A
I only wait the evening tides	I
And the rising of the moon '	-
	-
Before them with her face upraised	C
In timid attitude	C
Like one half curious half amazed	C
A Quadroon maiden stood	C
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Her eyes were large and full of light	C
Her arms and neck were bare	J
No garment she wore save a kirtle bright	C
And her own long raven hair	J
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And on her lips there played a smile	K
As holy meek and faint	C
As lights in some cathedral aisle	K
The features of a saint	C
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'The soil is barren the farm is old '	-
The thoughtful planter said	C
Then looked upon the Slaver's gold	C
And then upon the maid	C
	-
His heart within him was at strife	L
With such accurs d gains	M
For he knew whose passions gave her life	L
Whose blood ran in her veins	M
	-
But the voice of nature was too weak	N
He took the glittering gold	C
Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek	N
Her hands as icy cold	C
	-
The Slaver led her from the door	O
He led her by the hand	C
To be his slave and paramour	O
In a strange and distant land	C

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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