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Between the sunset and the stars Long clouds lie--as fierce sachems loom, In war-paint and the eagle-plume, Among their wampumed warriors, When council fires burn red and set On stoic cheeks the battle-bloom, That puff the smoking calumet.

Beneath the stars and hunter’s-moon The frost spreads ghostly pearls, that glance Like dewy jewels in the dance That whirls on fairied hills of June: The night is calm; no luminous veil Conceals the spirit utterance Of her dark beauty, pure and pale.