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    A MEADOW BROOK.   Table of Contents     WHEN YOU ARE WITH ME.

Smith, Effie Waller
Rhymes from the Cumberland

- PART II
- ON RECEIVING A DEER-SKIN. -- TO W. K.


ON RECEIVING A DEER-SKIN.
TO W. K.


With my bare feet on my deer-skin,
The firelight glowing bright,
In my old and creaky rocker
I sit alone to-night.

While imagination holds me
Within her fond embrace,
With the lithe, fleet-footed deer
I rove from place to place.

Far out among the western wilds,
Beyond the turbid tide
Of the Mississippi river,
Beyond prairies wide.

I gaze upon the geysers high,
And boiling springs of water,
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I see the great Missouri where
Enormous cedars border.

I see the Indian's bark canoe
Adown its bosom dashing,
I see majestic cataracts
And hear their mighty splashing.

I see the panther and the wolf,
And birds with plumage rare,
I see the horned buffalo,
And shaggy, grizzly bear.

I wander through dark fastnesses
Where weird breezes blow,
I climb the craggy rugged peaks
Cered o'er with ice and snow.

Among the Rockies' vales I pluck
The brightest beauties strewn
By Flora's lavish hand, and find
Rare specimens of stone.

I thank you for this deer-skin rug
Before my fireside bright,
And my imaginative journey
To the western wilds to-night.

    A MEADOW BROOK.   Table of Contents     WHEN YOU ARE WITH ME.