The White Wampum
The Vagabonds
What saw you in your flight to-day,
Crows, awinging your homeward way?
Went you far in carrion quest,
Crows, that worry the sunless west?
Thieves and villains, you shameless things!
Tell me, birds of the inky hue,
Plunderous rogues—to-day have you
Seen with mischievous, prying eyes
Lands where earlier suns arise?
Saw you this on your thieving raids?
Speak—you rascally renegades!
Thieved you also away from me
Olden scenes that I long to see?