Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Brook SongJames Herbert Morse (1841 )
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Of lively Shenandoah, Indian stream.
Oft do I lie upon the banks and dream
Myself away to some enchanted ground.
Hearing a low, sweet, gurgling melody
That rose upon the ear harmoniously—
Thinking perhaps to see the face embrowned,
Of some fair Indian mother singing low
A cradle-song beside her sleeping child,
Rocking her slender body to and fro,—
Stood her brown hut of bark, its warrior gone.