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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By ErnestMcGaffey

1437 Geronimo

BESIDE that tent and under guard

In majesty alone he stands,

As some chained eagle, broken-winged,

With eyes that gleam like smouldering brands,—

A savage face, streaked o’er with paint,

And coal-black hair in unkempt mane.

Thin, cruel lips, set rigidly,—

A red Apache Tamerlane.

As restless as the desert winds,

Yet here he stands like carven stone,

His raven locks by breezes moved

And backward o’er his shoulders blown;

Silent, yet watchful as he waits

Robed in his strange, barbaric guise,

While here and there go searchingly

The cat-like wanderings of his eyes.

The eagle feather on his head

Is dull with many a bloody stain,

While darkly on his lowering brow

Forever rests the mark of Cain.

Have you but seen a tiger caged

And sullen through his barriers glare?

Mark well his human prototype,

The fierce Apache fettered there.