The South

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1. Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies
2. Behold the Spirit of the musky South,
3. A creole with still-burning, languid eyes,
4. Voluptuous limbs and incense-breathing mouth:
5. Swathed in spun gauze is she,
6. From fibres of her own anana tree.
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9. Within these sumptuous woods she lies at ease,
10. By rich night-breezes, dewy cool, caressed:
11. 'Twixt cypresses and slim palmetto trees,
12. Like to the golden oriole's hanging nest,
13. Her airy hammock swings,
14. And through the dark her mocking-bird yet sings.
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17. How beautiful she is! A tulip-wreath
18. Twines round her shadowy, free-floating hair:
19. Young, weary, passionate, and sad as death,
20. Dark visions haunt for her the vacant air,
21. While movelessly she lies
22. With lithe, lax, folded hands and heavy eyes.
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25. Full well knows she how wide and fair extend
26. Her groves bright-flowered, her tangled everglades,
27. Majestic streams that indolently wend
28. Through lush savanna or dense forest shades,
29. Where the brown buzzard flies
30. To broad bayou 'neath hazy-golden skies.
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33. Hers is the savage splendor of the swamp,
34. With pomp of scarlet and of purple bloom,
35. Where blow warm, furtive breezes faint and damp,
36. Strange insects whir, and stalking bitterns boom--
37. Where from stale waters dead
38. Oft looms the great-jawed alligator's head.
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41. Her wealth, her beauty, and the blight on these,--
42. Of all she is aware: luxuriant woods,
43. Fresh, living, sunlit, in her dream she sees;
44. And ever midst those verdant solitudes
45. The soldier's wooden cross,
46. O'ergrown by creeping tendrils and rank moss.
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49. Was her a dream of empire? was it sin?
50. And is it well that all was borne in vain?
51. She knows no more than one who slow doth win,
52. After fierce fever, conscious life again,
53. Too tired, too weak, too sad,
54. By the new light to be stirred or glad.
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57. From rich sea-islands fringing her green shore,
58. From broad plantations where swart freemen bend
59. Bronzed backs in willing labor, from her store
60. Of golden fruit, from stream, from town, ascend
61. Life-currents of pure health:
62. Her aims shall be subserved with boundless wealth.
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65. Yet now how listless and how still she lies,
66. Like some half-savage, dusky Indian queen,
67. Rocked in her hammock 'neath her native skies,
68. With the pathetic, passive, broken mien
69. Of one who, sorely proved,
70. Great-souled, hath suffered much and much hath loved!
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73. But look! along the wide-branched, dewy glade
74. Glimmers the dawn: the light palmetto-trees
75. And cypresses reissue from the shade,
76. And SHE hath wakened. Through clear air she sees
77. The pledge, the brightening ray,
78. And leaps from dreams to hail the coming day.