Now I am left on this lonely island to die No one to hear the sound of my voice. Who will bury me when I die? Who will sing my death-song for me? My false friends leave me here to die alone; Like a wild beast, I am left on this island to die. I wish the wind spirit would carry my cry to my love! My love is as swift as the deer; he would speed through the forest to find me; Now I am left on this lonely island to die. I wish the spirit of air would carry my breath to my love. My love's canoe, like the sunlight, would shoot through the water to my side; But I am left on this lonely island to die, with no one to pity me but the little birds. My love is brave and strong; but, when he hears my fate, his stout heart will break; And I am on this lonely island to die. Now the night comes on, and all is silent but the owl. He sings a mournful song to his mate, in pity for me. I will try to sleep. I wish the night spirit to hear my song; he will tell my love of my fate; and when I awake, I shall see the one I love. I am on this lonely island to die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD THE LAY OF MR. COLT by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) RETIREMENT: AN ODE by JAMES BEATTIE |