Nor fleeting time, nor space, can change
The nature of the savage strange
Whose heart was touched long years ago
By love fruition ne'er could know!
She seemed a fairy queen who won
His savage love, at set of sun,
Where Montauk's point looks on the sea,
That ne'er was restless as was he!
But she was daughter of the race
Who spurn the children of the chase,
And, though they loved, they could not wed—
And that was worse than to be dead!
Published in Poems of Life, 1905