Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 3, September 1999 Page: 187
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The Writings of Fannie Amelia Dickson Darden
For some might envious be of the love of her
and me
The crown of fame though brightly shining was
only dross with the winning
Like our wreath of love which woven on earth
shall live in Eternity.
63. Carriers Address (published in Colorado
Citizen, January 8, 1885, attributed to Darden
by tradition)
[omitted]
64. The Whispering of the Sea (published in
Ella Hutchins Steuart, ed., Gems from a Texas
Quarry (New Orleans:J. S. Rivers, 1885), with
sub-heading: "Inscribed to Mrs. M J. Young
and Miss Mollie E. Moore" This poem is an
introduction to three other poems, all entitled
"What the Sea Said, " one written by Darden,
one by Young, and one by Moore.)
[omitted]
65. What the Sea Said (published in Ella
Hutchins Steuart, ed., Gems from a Texas
Quarry (New Orleans: J. S. Rivers, 1885))
[omitted]
66. Tokonah (published in Texas Prairie
Flower, vol. 2, no. 7, January 1884, p. 334;
reprinted as "Yokonah" in Sam Houston
Dixon, ed., The Poets and Poetry of Texas (Aus-
tin: Sam H. Dixon & Co., 1885); reprinted as
"Yokonah" in Davis Foute Eagleton, Texas
Literature Reader (Dallas: The Southern Pub-
lishing Co., 1919). The text published here
follows that of the original publication.)
When the night is dark and dreary,
And the winds are loud and high,
And the fleeting clouds are driftingSwift athwart the leaden sky,
Then there comes a sad and plaintive
Moaning sound;
And my startled ear, attentive,
Lists to catch the sigh profound;
For it comes from out the branches
Of the sycamore that stands
Near my window, waving toward me,
What appears like ghostly hands.
For I look and see its outline
Well defined against the sky,
Waving high its arms in anguish,
As the stormy gusts sweep by.
And it seems an Indian warrior-
One of old-
Such as those whose ancient glory,
Still adown the ages roll;
And I see his mantle floating
'Round his tall, majestic form,
While his crested plume is waving
With the wildly sobbing storm.
But a weariness overcomes me
And I turn to rest and dreams.
When against my window-harken,
Like a finger tap it seems,
And I look, and lo! the Indian,
Once again,
Looms before me, and I hear him
Tapping on my window pane;
And he waves me to come near him,
And he sighs a mournful tale.
And his voice sounds weird and dreary,
Mingled with the tempest's wail.
"I was once a mighty chieftain,
And Tokonah was my name-
It will tell thee of my valor.
For it means the burning flame.
And o'er all these widespread prairies
With a band
Of my noblest braves I wandered-187
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