Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
Oconee
By Henry R. Jackson (18201898)O
At the silent dead of night,
Oft I see thy golden waters
Flashing in the rosy light;
And flashing brightly, gushing river,
On the spirit of my dream,
As in moments fled forever,
When I wandered by thy stream,—
Rising at the dawn of day,
With my dog and gun,—a hunter,
Shouting o’er the hills away,—
And ever would my shoeless footprints
Trace the shortest path to thee;
There the plumpest squirrel ever
Chuckled on the chestnut-tree.
Glowed too fiercely from the sky,
On thy banks were bowers grateful
To a rover such as I,
Among the forest branches woven
By the richly scented vine,
Yellow jasmine, honeysuckle,
And by creeping muscadine.
And the rushing of thy stream
Ever made a gentle music,
Blending softly with my dream,—
My dream of her who near thy waters
Grew beneath my loving eye,
Fairest maid of Georgia’s daughters,—
Sweetest flower beneath her sky!
Eyes that beggared heaven’s blue,
Voice as soft as summer streamlets,
Lips as fresh as morning dew!—
Although she played me oft the coquette,
Dealing frowns and glances shy,
These but made her smiles the dearer
To a rover such as I.
Nursed more beauteous maid than she,—
He had found a slow believer
Who had told that tale to me;
And sure I am, no knighted lover
Truer faith to ladie bore,
Than the little barefoot rover,
Dreaming on thy pleasant shore.
She has vanished with them, too!
Other bright-eyed Georgia damsels
Blossom where my lily grew;—
And yet the proudest, and the sweetest
To my heart can never seem
Lovely as the little Peri
Mouldering by thy murmurous stream!