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(The Last Indian on Nantucket)
When the long shadows fell across the wind, / And the dense sheep moved grayly on the moor, / How was it with you, Island Amerind, / Sitting dream-bound beside your Shimmo door? / Did tides that curved the ripples to that shore / Remind you that somewhere the Source must be / That sent you, outward ripple of a race half spent -- / Bewildered son of hidden continent?