How savage, fierce and grim! His bones are bleached and white. But what is death to him? He grins as if to bite. He mocks the fate That bade, ''Begone.'' There's fierceness stamped In ev'ry bone. Let silence settle from the midnight sky— Such silence as you've broken with your cry; The bleak wind howl, unto the ut'most verge Of this mighty waste, thy fitting dirge.
On the Capture and Imprisonment of Crazy Snake, January, 1900
Down with him! chain him! bind him fast!
Slam to the iron door and turn the key!
The one true Creek, perhaps the last
To dare declare, “You have wronged me!”
Defiant, stoical, silent,
Such coarse black hair! such eagle eye!
Such stately mien!—how arrow-straight!
Such will! such courage to defy
The powerful makers of his fate!
A traitor, outlaw,—what you will,
He is the noble red man still.
Condemn him and his kind to shame!
I bow to him, exalt his name!