|790||Then in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose one of the oarsmen,|
And, as a signal sound, if others like them peradventure
Sailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his bugle.
Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang,
Breaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues to the forest.
|795||Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music.|
Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance,
Over the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant branches;
But not a voice replied; no answer came from the darkness;
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
|800||Then Evangeline slept; but the boatmen rowed through the midnight,|
Silent at times, then singing familiar Canadian boat-songs,
Such as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers,
While through the night were heard the mysterious sounds of the desert,
Far off, – indistinct, – as of wave or wind in the forest,
|805||Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim alligator.|