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?
A dream!a dream!
That they saw a bright gleam Through the dusk boughs stream,Where wild bees dwell,And a tomahawk fell,In moons which have faded;Faded,and faded,and faded,From woods where a chieftain lies shaded!
Do you hear her,Ulmarra?
Oh!where doth her chieftain lie shaded?
Bewail!bewail!
Who whispered a tale,That they heard on the gale,Through the dark and the cold,The voice of the bold;
And a boomerang flying;
Flying,and flying,and flying?
Ah!her heart it is wasted with crying -
Do you hear her,Ulmarra?
Oh!her heart it is wasted with crying!
