At evening sat King Powhatan
Beside his daughter fair,
To watch the far-off lightning’s flash,
And breathe the cooling air:
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Twas by the door of his summer lodge;
His guards stood round in sight,
The moon between the flying clouds
Sent down a paly light,
When Opechancanough arrived,
With an air of kingly pride,
And greeting great King Powhatan,
Sat thoughtful by his side.