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

By FrancisBrooks

1709 Intaglios

TENNESSEE

IN Tennessee, the dogwood tree

Blossoms to-night: towards the sea

The Cumberland makes melody,

In Tennessee.

And Morgan mounts his steed once more;

In phantom file his troopers pour

Along; the stars hear once again

The song of Morgan and his men.

In Tennessee, the slave is free

To-night; but waking he can see

The raiders—hears them—tremblingly,

In Tennessee.

ON THE PLAINS

CIRCLING on high, in cloudless sky,

The shadowed hawk with passioned eye

In widening orbits floats, a spy,

Circling on high.

He marks the gopher’s clean-picked bones,

Whitening upon the hot dry stones

Of the dust-choked gulch, and strikes straightway,

In fancy strikes, the hastening prey.

But all is still—noon hath her will;

Not e’en a snake crawls on the hill;

Only the hawk moves, fain to kill,

Circling on high.