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'Tis dawn the distant Andes' rocky spires	A
One after one have caught the orient fires	B
Where the dun condor shoots his upward flight	C
His wings are touched with momentary light	C
Meantime beneath the mountains' glittering heads	D
A boundless ocean of gray vapour spreads	D
That o'er the champaign stretching far below	E
Moves now in clustered masses rising slow	E
Till all the living landscape is displayed	F
In various pomp of colour light and shade	F
Hills forests rivers lakes and level plain	G
Lessening in sunshine to the southern main	G
The Llama's fleece fumes with ascending dew	H
The gem like humming birds their toils renew	H
And there by the wild river's devious side	I
The tall flamingo in its crimson pride	I
Stalks on in richest plumage bright arrayed	F
With snowy neck superb and legs of lengthening shade	F
Sad maid for others may the valleys ring	J
For other ears the birds of morning sing	J
For other eyes the palms in beauty wave	K
Dark is thy prison in the ocean cave	K
Amid that winding cavern's inmost shade	F
A dripping rill its ceaseless murmur made	F
Masses of dim discovered crags aloof	L
Hung threatening from the vast and vaulted roof	L
And through a fissure in its glimmering height	C
Seen like a star appeared the distant light	C
Beneath the opening where the sunbeams shine	M
Far down the rock weed hung its slender twine	M
Here pale and bound the Spanish captive lay	N
Till morn on morn in silence passed away	N
When once as o'er her sleeping child she hung	O
And sad her evening supplication sung	O
Like a small gem amidst the gloom of night	C
A glow worm shot its green and trembling light	C
And 'mid the moss and craggy fragments shed	P
Faint lustre o'er her sleeping infant's head	P
And hark a voice a woman's voice its sound	Q
Dies in faint echoes 'mid the vault profound	Q
Let us pity the poor white maid	F
She has no mother near	R
No friend to dry her tear	S
Upon the cold earth she is laid	F
Let us pity the poor white maid	F
It seemed the burden of a song of woe	E
And see across the gloom an Indian girl move slow	E
Her nearer look is sorrowful yet mild	T
Her hanging locks are wreathed with rock weed wild	T
Gently she spoke Poor Christian dry thy tear	S
Art thou afraid all are not cruel here	U
Oh still more wretched may my portion be	V
Stranger if I could injure thine and thee	V
And lo I bring from banks and thickets wild	T
Wood strawberries and honey for thy child	T
Whence who art thou who in this fearful place	W
Does comfort speak to one of Spanish race	W
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INDIAN	X
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It is an Indian maid who chanced to hear	U
Thy tale of sorrow as she wandered near	R
I loved a white man once but he is flown	Y
And now I wander heartless and alone	Y
I traced the dark and winding way beneath	Z
But well I know to lead thee hence were death	A2
Oh say what fortunes cast thee o'er the wave	K
On these sad shores perhaps to find a grave	K
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SPANISH WOMAN	X
	-
Three years have passed since a fond husband left	B2
Me and this infant of his love bereft	B2
Him I have followed need I tell thee more	C2
Cast helpless friendless hopeless on this shore	C2
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INDIAN	X
	-
Oh did he love thee then Let death betide	I
Yes from this cavern I will be thy guide	I
Nay do not shrink from Caracalla's bay	N
Ev'n now the Spaniards wind their march this way	N
As late in yester eve I paced the shore	C2
I heard their signal guns at distance roar	C2
Wilt thou not follow He will shield thy child	T
The Christian's God through passes dark and wild	T
He will direct thy way Come follow me	V
Oh yet be loved be happy and be free	V
But I an outcast on my native plain	G
The poor Olola ne'er shall smile again	D2
So guiding from the cave when all was still	E2
And pointing to the furthest glimmering hill	E2
The Indian led till on Itata's side	I
The Spanish camp and night fires they descried	I
Then on the stranger's neck that wild maid fell	F2
And said Thy own gods prosper thee farewell	F2
The owl is hooting overhead below	E
On dusky wing the vampire bat sails slow	E
Ongolmo stood before the cave of night	I
Where the great wizard sat a lurid light	I
Was on his face twelve giant shadows frowned	I
His mute and dreadful ministers around	I
Each eye ball as in life was seen to roll	G2
Each lip to move but not a living soul	G2
Was there save bold Ongolmo and the seer	U
The warrior half advanced his lifted spear	R
Then spoke Dread master of the mighty lore	C2
Say shall the Spaniards welter in their gore	C2
Let these dark ministers the answer tell	F2
Replied the master of the mighty spell	F2
Then every giant shadow as it stood	I
Lifted on high a skull that dropped with blood	I
Yet more the impatient warrior cried yet more	C2
Say shall I live and drink the tyrant's gore	C2
'Twas silence Speak he cried none made reply	H2
At once strange thunder shook the distant sky	H2
And all was o'er the grisly shapes are flown	Y
And the grim warrior stands in the wild woods alone	Y
St Pedro's church had rung its midnight chimes	I2
And the gray friars were chanting at their primes	I2
When winds as of a rushing hurricane	G
Shook the tall windows of the towered fane	G
Sounds more than earthly with the storm arose	J2
And a dire troop are passed to Andes' snows	J2
Where mighty spirits in mysterious ring	J
Their dread prophetic incantations sing	J
Round Chillan's crater smoke whose lurid light	I
Streams high against the hollow cope of night	I
Thy genius Andes towering o'er the rest	I
Rose vast and thus a phantom shape addressed	I
Who comes so swift amid the storm	K2
Ha I know thy bloodless form	K2
I know thee angel who thou art	I
By the hissing of thy dart	I
'Tis Death the king the rocks around	I
Hark echo back the fearful sound	I
'Tis Death the king away away	N
The famished vulture scents its prey	N
Spectre hence we cannot die	H2
Thy withering weapons we defy	H2
Dire and potent as thou art	I
Then spoke the phantom of the uplifted dart	I
Spirits who in darkness dwell	F2
I heard far off your secret spell	F2
Enough on yonder fatal shore	C2
My fiends have drank your children's gore	C2
Lo I come and doom to fate	I
The murderers and the foe you hate	I
Of all who shook their hostile spears	L2
And marked their way through blood and tears	M2
Now sleeping still on yonder plain	G
But one one only shall remain	G
Ere thrice the morn shall shine again	D2
Then sang the mighty spirits Thee they sing	J
Hail to thee Death all hail to Death the king	J
The penguin flaps her wings in gore	C2
Devoted Spain along the shore	C2
Whence that shriek with ghastly eyes	N2
Thy victor chief abandoned lies	N2
Victor of the southern world	I
Whose crimson banners were unfurled	I
O'er the silence of the waves	O2
O'er a land of bleeding slaves	O2
Victor where is now thy boast	I
Thine iron steeds thy mailed host	I
Hark hark even now I hear his cries	N2
Spirits hence he dies he dies	N2

William Lisle Bowles

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