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[99] And eastward cold, wide marshes stretched away,
     Dull, dreary flats without a bush or tree,
O'er-crossed by icy creeks, where twice a day
     Gurgled the waters of the moon-struck sea;
And faint with distance came the stifled roar,
     The melancholy lapse of waves on that low shore.

No cheerful village with its mingling smokes,
     No laugh of children wrestling in the snow,
No camp-fire blazing through the hillside oaks,
     No fishers kneeling on the ice below;
Yet midst all desolate things of sound and view,
     Through the long winter moons smiled dark-eyed Weetamoo.

Her heart had found a home; and freshly all
     Its beautiful affections overgrew
Their rugged prop. As o'er some granite wall
     Soft vine-leaves open to the moistening dew
And warm bright sun, the love of that young wife
     Found on a hard cold breast the dew and warmth of life.

The steep, bleak hills, the melancholy shore,
     The long, dead level of the marsh between,
A coloring of unreal beauty wore
     Through the soft golden mist of young love seen.
For o'er those hills and from that dreary plain,
     Nightly she welcomed home her hunter chief again.

No warmth of heart, no passionate burst of feeling,
     Repaid her welcoming smile and parting kiss,
No fond and playful dalliance half concealing,
     Under the guise of mirth, its tenderness;

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