Some Brave, awake in you to-night, br Knocked at your heart: an eagle’s flight br Stirred in the feather on your head. br Your wide-set Indian eyes, alight br Above high cheek-bones smeared with red, br Unveiled cragg’d centuries, and led br You, the snared wraith of bygone things— br Wild ancestries of trackless Kings— br Out of the past ... So men have felt br Strange anger move them as they knelt br Praying to gods serenely starred br In heavens where tomahawks are barred.