Let these be your delight, secretive hunter, Wading the sea-lines, moist and ever-mingling, Mounting the earth-lines, long and lax, lethargic.
Their pleasure that is all bright-edged and cold; Or, if not arrows, then the nimblest motions, Making recoveries of young nakedness And the lost vehemence the midnights hold.
It can be read as one of Stevens's poems about the transfiguring power of poetic imagination, which in this case need not accept the night of the dolorous criers, but instead find in it qualities, like a sheaf of brilliant arrows or the nimblest motions, that make it the delight of the secretive hunter.
[2] He reads "Stars at Tallapoosa" as partly a refutation of Whitman's "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking" yet at the same time a variation on the mood and theme of that poem, even displaying some of Whitman's tone and manner, as in the lines about wading the sea-lines and mounting the earth-lines.
[4] The red aborigines, Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names, Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee....