Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Poems of Henry W. Longfellow. New York: A.L. Burt Co., 1901, pages 231-223.

The Slaver in the broad lagoon
  Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
  And for the evening gale.
Upn the shore his boat was tied
  And all her listless crew
Watched the gray alligator slide
  Into the still bayou.
Odors of orange-flowers, and spice.
  Reached them from time to time,
Like airs that breathe from Paradise
  Upon a world of crime.
The Planter, under his roof of
  Smoked thoughtfully and slow:
The Slayer's thumb was on the
  He seemed in haste to go.
He said, "My ship at anchor rides
  In yonder broad lagoon;
I only wait the evening tides,
  And the rising of the moon.
Before them, with her face upraised,
  In timid attitude,
Like one half curious, half amazed,
  A Quadroon maiden stood.
Her eyes were large, and full of
  Her arms and neck were bare;
No garment she wore save a kirtle
  And her own long, raven hair.
And on her lips there played a smile
  As holy, meek, and faint,
As lights in some cathedral aisle
  The features of a saint.
"The soil is barren,--the farm is
  The thoughtful Planter said;
When looked upon the Slaver's gold,
  And then upon the maid.
His heart within him was at strife
  With such accursed gains;
For he knew whose passions gave
     her  life
  Whose blood ran in her veins.
But the voice of nature was too
  He took the glittering gold!
Then pale as death grew the
     maiden's cheek,
  Her hands as icy cold.
But the voice of nature was took
  He took the glittering gold!
Then pale as death grew the
     maiden's cheek,
  He hands as icy cold.
The Slaver led her from the door,
  He led her by the hand,
To be his slave and paramour
  In a strange and distant land!
The Warning