Alone — alone! <br />With a heart like a stone, <br />She maketh her moan <br />At the feet of the trees, <br />With her face on her knees, <br />And her hair streaming over; <br />Wildly, and wildly, and wildly; <br />For she misses the tracks of her lover! <br />Do you hear her, Ulmarra? <br />Oh, where are the tracks of her lover? <br />Go by — go by! <br />They have told her a lie, <br />Who said he was nigh, <br />In the white-cedar glen — <br />In the camps of his men: <br />And she sitteth there weeping — <br />Weeping, and weeping, and weeping, <br />For the face of a warrior sleeping! <br />Do you hear her, Ulmarra? <br />Oh! where is her warrior sleeping? <br /> <br />A dream! a dream! <br />That they saw a bright gleam <br />Through the dusk boughs stream, <br />Where wild bees dwell, <br />And a tomahawk fell, <br />In moons which have faded; <br />Faded, and faded, and faded, <br />From woods where a chieftain lies shaded! <br />Do you hear her, Ulmarra? <br />Oh! where doth her chieftain lie shaded? <br /> <br />Bewail! bewail! <br />Who whispered a tale, <br />That they heard on the gale, <br />Through the dark and the cold, <br />The voice of the bold; <br />And a boomerang flying; <br />Flying, and flying, and flying? <br />Ah! her heart it is wasted with crying — <br />Do you hear her, Ulmarra? <br />Oh! her heart it is wasted with crying!<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ulmarra/
