The Poems of Henry Kendall - With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens by Henry Kendall
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Ulmarra Alone -- alone! With a heart like a stone, She maketh her moan At the feet of the trees, With her face on her knees, And her hair streaming over; Wildly, and wildly, and wildly; For she misses the tracks of her lover! Do you hear her, Ulmarra? Oh, where are the tracks of her lover? Go by -- go by! They have told her a lie, Who said he was nigh, In the white-cedar glen -- In the camps of his men: And she sitteth there weeping -- Weeping, and weeping, and weeping, For the face of a warrior sleeping! Do you hear her, Ulmarra? Oh! where is her warrior sleeping? |
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