Classic Poem

7.

But Konig comes to Waterside!
He seeks, at length, lost Telma there;
And saith, (his calmness is despair,)
" The lost may with her rival bide;
For after anger, love is sweet;
And friends long-parted long to meet. "
The self-caught trapper rues the hour
When first he tried his cruel power
(Oh, heartless deed!) to undermine
The virgin name of Etheline,
And do an orphan wrong.
His shaft is shot, and ill it sped;
For she loves him, and he the dead!
Defeated is the strong.
Lo, at her cottage-door they stand!
She deeply mov'd,
Yet coldly meeting her belov'd;
He, with feign'd gladness, courteously
Pressing her small unoffer'd hand;
And watching on the shadow'd sand,
His form of loftiest majesty.
The scarcely-welcom'd welcome guest
Enters her home, with heart depress'd;
Around he pries, with cunning eyes,
But finds not what he seeks;
Then, pausing, speaks.