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?     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!