by Hamlin Garland
Through wild and tangled forests
The broad， unhasting river flows
Spotted with rain-drops， gray with night；
Upon its curving breast there goes
A lonely steamboat's larboard light，
A blood-red star against the shadowy oaks；
Noiseless as a ghost， through greenish gleam
Of fire-flies， before the boat's wild scream
A heron flaps away
Like silence taking flight.
Through wild and tangled forests
The broad， unhasting river flows
Spotted with rain-drops， gray with night；
Upon its curving breast there goes
A lonely steamboat's larboard light，
A blood-red star against the shadowy oaks；
Noiseless as a ghost， through greenish gleam
Of fire-flies， before the boat's wild scream
A heron flaps away
Like silence taking flight.