William Gilmore Simms (Уильям Гилмор Симмс)

The Grape-Vine Swing

LITHE and long as the serpent train,
    Springing and clinging from tree to tree, 
Now adarting upward, now down again,
    With a twist and a twirl that are strange to see; 
Never took serpent a deadlier hold,
    Never the cougar a wilder spring, 
Strangling the oak with the boa's fold,
    Spanning the beach with the condor's wing.

Yet no foe that we fear to seek,--
    The boy leaps wild to thy rude embrace; 
Thy bulging arms bear as soft a cheek
    As ever on lover's breast found place; 
On thy waving train is a playful hold
    Thou shalt never to lighter grasp persuade; 
While a maiden sits in thy drooping fold,
    And swings and sings in the noonday shade!

O giant strange of our Southern woods!
    I dream of thee still in the well-known spot, 
Though our vessel strains o'er the ocean floods,
    And the Northern forest beholds thee not; 
I think of thee still with a sweet regret,
    As the cordage yields to my playful grasp,-- 
Dost thou spring and cling in our woodlands yet?
    Does the maiden still swing in thy giant clasp?

1. Oh, Bid Me No
2. Song Bird and Flower
3. The New Moon
4. The Swamp Fox
5. Sumter in Ruins

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