An Indian Song

Weep, willow, kai!

The sun of sorrow is crossing the sky

Weep, willow, kai!

The morning of sorrow lays dew on the eye.

O, Cholena!*

Though the grasses of Echo Place

No longer know thy lithesome steps;

And the waters of Beautiful Mountain

No longer know the grace

Thy body lent their crystal depths;

And the songbirds of the Forest of Fire

No longer are mute with their desire

To hear thy dreamy voice;

Though thou be forgotten

By countless other things,

Each white, new dawn

Shall remember

Finding thee living still

Within mine eyes;

And twilight mist

Remember

Hearing my cry

Beat its lonely, wild wings

Against the gray dust

On evening sky:

O, Cholena,

Thou are not forgotten,

My dear!

Weep, willow, kai!

*Cholena means bird and is of Native American origin.

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