Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 11, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Savage Dreamer

by Timothy Thomas Fortune (1856 – 1928).

The Savage Dreamer

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                             5
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,                         10
And, though they loved, they could not wed—
And that was worse than to be dead!
The End.


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