Poems of Longfellow [antikvár]

POEMS OF LONGFELLOW THE SLAVE'S DREAM r) ESIDE the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried in the sand. Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep. He saw his Native Land. Wide through the landscape of his dreams The lordly Niger flowed j Beneath the palm-trees on the plain Once more a king he strode ; And heard the tinkhng caravans Descend the mountain-road. He saw once more his dark-eyed queen Among her children stand ; They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks. They held him by the hand !— A tear burst from the sleeper's hds And fell into the sand. 7 111.' ;' . i : . 1 ¦