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Beneath aerial cliffs and glittering snows	A
The rush roof of an aged warrior rose	A
Chief of the mountain tribes high overhead	B
The Andes wild and desolate were spread	B
Where cold Sierras shot their icy spires	C
And Chillan trailed its smoke and smouldering fires	D
A glen beneath a lonely spot of rest	E
Hung scarce discovered like an eagle's nest	E
Summer was in its prime the parrot flocks	F
Darkened the passing sunshine on the rocks	F
The chrysomel and purple butterfly	G
Amid the clear blue light are wandering by	G
The humming bird along the myrtle bowers	D
With twinkling wing is spinning o'er the flowers	D
The woodpecker is heard with busy bill	H
The mock bird sings and all beside is still	H
And look the cataract that bursts so high	G
As not to mar the deep tranquillity	E
The tumult of its dashing fall suspends	I
And stealing drop by drop in mist descends	I
Through whose illumined spray and sprinkling dews	J
Shine to the adverse sun the broken rainbow hues	J
Chequering with partial shade the beams of noon	K
And arching the gray rock with wild festoon	K
Here its gay net work and fantastic twine	L
The purple cogul threads from pine to pine	L
And oft as the fresh airs of morning breathe	M
Dips its long tendrils in the stream beneath	N
There through the trunks with moss and lichens white	E
The sunshine darts its interrupted light	E
And 'mid the cedar's darksome boughs illumes	J
With instant touch the Lori's scarlet plumes	J
So smiles the scene but can its smiles impart	E
Aught to console yon mourning warrior's heart	E
He heeds not now when beautifully bright	E
The humming bird is circling in his sight	E
Nor ev'n above his head when air is still	H
Hears the green woodpecker's resounding bill	H
But gazing on the rocks and mountains wild	E
Rock after rock in glittering masses piled	E
To the volcano's cone that shoots so high	G
Gray smoke whose column stains the cloudless sky	G
He cries Oh if thy spirit yet be fled	E
To the pale kingdoms of the shadowy dead	E
In yonder tract of purest light above	O
Dear long lost object of a father's love	O
Dost thou abide or like a shadow come	P
Circling the scenes of thy remembered home	Q
And passing with the breeze or in the beam	R
Of evening light the desert mountain stream	R
Or at deep midnight are thine accents heard	E
In the sad notes of that melodious bird	E
Which as we listen with mysterious dread	E
Brings tidings from our friends and fathers dead	E
Perhaps beyond those summits far away	S
Thine eyes yet view the living light of day	S
Sad in the stranger's land thou may'st sustain	T
A weary life of servitude and pain	T
With wasted eye gaze on the orient beam	R
And think of these white rocks and torrent stream	R
Never to hear the summer cocoa wave	U
Or weep upon thy father's distant grave	U
Ye who have waked and listened with a tear	V
When cries confused and clangours rolled more near	W
With murmured prayer when Mercy stood aghast	E
As War's black trump pealed its terrific blast	E
And o'er the withered earth the armed giant passed	E
Ye who his track with terror have pursued	E
When some delightful land all blood imbrued	E
He swept where silent is the champaign wide	E
That echoed to the pipe of yester tide	E
Save when far off the moonlight hills prolong	X
The last deep echoes of his parting gong	X
Nor aught is seen in the deserted spot	E
Where trailed the smoke of many a peaceful cot	E
Save livid corses that unburied lie	G
And conflagrations reeking to the sky	G
Come listen whilst the causes I relate	E
That bowed the warrior to the storms of fate	E
And left these smiling scenes forlorn and desolate	E
In other days when in his manly pride	E
Two children for a father's fondness vied	E
Oft they essayed in mimic strife to wield	E
His lance or laughing peeped behind his shield	E
Oft in the sun or the magnolia's shade	E
Lightsome of heart as gay of look they played	E
Brother and sister She along the dew	E
Blithe as the squirrel of the forest flew	E
Blue rushes wreathed her head her dark brown hair	V
Fell gently lifted on her bosom bare	V
Her necklace shone of sparkling insects made	E
That flit like specks of fire from sun to shade	E
Light was her form a clasp of silver braced	E
The azure dyed ichella round her waist	E
Her ancles rung with shells as unconfined	E
She danced and sung wild carols to the wind	E
With snow white teeth and laughter in her eye	G
So beautiful in youth she bounded by	G
Yet kindness sat upon her aspect bland	E
The tame alpaca stood and licked her hand	E
She brought him gathered moss and loved to deck	Y
With flowery twine his tall and stately neck	Y
Whilst he with silent gratitude replies	J
And bends to her caress his large blue eyes	J
These children danced together in the shade	E
Or stretched their hands to see the rainbow fade	E
Or sat and mocked with imitative glee	Z
The paroquet that laughed from tree to tree	Z
Or through the forest's wildest solitude	E
From glen to glen the marmozet pursued	E
And thought the light of parting day too short	E
That called them lingering from their daily sport	E
In that fair season of awakening life	A2
When dawning youth and childhood are at strife	A2
When on the verge of thought gay boyhood stands	J
Tiptoe with glistening eye and outspread hands	J
With airy look and form and footsteps light	E
And glossy locks and features berry bright	E
And eye like the young eaglet's to the ray	S
Of noon unblenching as he sails away	S
A brede of sea shells on his bosom strung	B2
A small stone hatchet o'er his shoulder slung	B2
With slender lance and feathers blue and red	E
That like the heron's crest waved on his head	E
Buoyant with hope and airiness and joy	C2
Lautaro was a graceful Indian boy	C2
Taught by his sire ev'n now he drew the bow	D2
Or tracked the jagguar on the morning snow	E2
Startled the condor on the craggy height	E
Then silent sat and marked its upward flight	E
Lessening in ether to a speck of white	E
But when the impassioned chieftain spoke of war	F2
Smote his broad breast or pointed to a scar	G2
Spoke of the strangers of the distant main	T
And the proud banners of insulting Spain	T
Of the barbed horse and iron horseman spoke	H2
And his red gods that wrapped in rolling smoke	H2
Roared from the guns the boy with still drawn breath	I2
Hung on the wondrous tale as mute as death	I2
Then raised his animated eyes and cried	E
Oh let me perish by my father's side	E
Once when the moon o'er Chillan's cloudless height	E
Poured far and wide its softest mildest light	E
A predatory band of mailed men	J2
Burst on the stillness of the sheltered glen	J2
They shouted Death and shook their sabres high	G
That shone terrific to the moonlight sky	G
Where'er they rode the valley and the hill	H
Echoed the shrieks of death till all again was still	H
The warrior ere he sank in slumber deep	K2
Had kissed his son soft breathing in his sleep	K2
Where on a Llama's skin he lay and said	E
Placing his hand with tears upon his head	E
Aerial nymphs that in the moonlight stray	S
O gentle spirits here awhile delay	S
Bless as ye pass unseen my sleeping boy	C2
Till blithe he wakes to daylight and to joy	C2
If the GREAT SPIRIT will in future days	J
O'er the fall'n foe his hatchet he shall raise	J
And 'mid a grateful nation's high applause	J
Avenge his violated country's cause	J
Now nearer points of spears and many a cone	L2
Of moving helmets in the moonlight shone	L2
As clanking through the pass the band of blood	E
Sprang like hyaenas from the secret wood	E
They rush they seize their unresisting prey	S
Ruthless they tear the shrieking boy away	S
But not till gashed by many a sabre wound	E
The father sank expiring on the ground	E
He waked from the dark trance to life and pain	T
But never saw his darling child again	J2
Seven snows had fallen and seven green summers passed	E
Since here he heard that son's loved accents last	E
Still his beloved daughter soothed his cares	J
Whilst time bega	G

William Lisle Bowles

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