Page:Poems Baldwin.djvu/120

And Odo started to behold
As her strong hand began to fold
The tent's damp cov'ring, loosen'd now,
The frown that darken'd o'er her brow.
One moment only could he gaze
On hate so deep! the awful blaze
That shot from her malignant eyes
Awoke his terror and surprise.
No time was given,—he was call'd;
He from that woman shrunk appall'd,
And hasten'd to the chieftain's side,
He with some food the boy suppli'd.
The tents were now remov'd, and all
Mov'd on at their stern chieftain's call.
The morning sun shone on the hill,
And soft the murm'ring of a rill
Where he had stray'd was faintly heard,
And in each tree some joyous bird
Awoke the echoes soft and shrill.
Ah, well might grief young Odo fill!
He now must leave that lovely vale,
His parents must his loss bewail.
No more in freedom true to roam,
He leaves his own calm, happy home!

O'er rugged mountains cold and bare,
The briar alone found refuge there;