And as he look’d, and as he turn’d, He saw a pale-face man-- How quick the leaping blood went through The veins of Powhatan! Changed in an instant was his form, From a feeble man and old, Slow moving in his furry robe, To a warrior stout and bold. His outer cloak was dash’d aside, And left his shoulders bare; No more he heard the whistling wind Or felt the biting air; His buskin’d feet were planted firm, His heavy club swung light, And had a thousand foes been there, He was ready for the fight. That pale-face man came out alone From the moaning woods’ deep shade, And still alone approach’d the lodge, Nor hostile sign display’d; But with a fearless air came up, And with a stately stride, And Powhatan and brave Sir John Were standing side by side. And now within the inner lodge Together they retire, And on the monarch’s furry couch Sit by the glowing fire. No word or look from Powhatan Betray’d his secret thought, Nor deign’d he to inquire what cause His visiter had brought; But sat and look’d him in the face His guest’s deep thoughts to scan, Until Sir John the silence broke, And thus his speech began. VIII. ‘Great werowance, I come to bring ‘A greeting kind and true ‘From great King James beyond the sea, ‘Who sends good-will to you. ‘He is a king all terrible, ‘With ships and wealth and power, ‘Sufficient to o’erwhelm your tribes ‘And slay them in an hour. ‘Let Manahocks and Manakins ‘And Powhatans combine, ‘They could not stand one day before ‘This mighty king of mine. ‘But yet his love to Powhatan ‘Is brotherly and pure; ‘And as a token that it will ‘Forever warm endure, ‘He sends you rich and royal gifts, ‘A robe of scarlet red, ‘A sparkling crown thick-set with gems, ‘Fit for a monarch’s head, ‘And other presents rich and rare, ‘As you shall see and know, ‘When to be crown’d in solemn form ‘To Jamestown you shall go. ‘He sent them in a mighty ship ‘By a captain of the sea, ‘Who has commission from our king, ‘In company with me, ‘To place the crown upon your head, ‘A deed to great kings done ‘In all the lands beyond the sea ‘To the rising of the sun. ‘And Captain Newport waits to know ‘What day you will be there, ‘That all things for the solemn rite ‘We duly may prepare.’ IX.