Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ULMARRA, by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL Poet's Biography First Line: Alone - alone! / with a heart like a stone Last Line: Oh! Her heart it is wasted with crying! Subject(s): Despair | ||||||||
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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY THAT WAS THAT DAY by AMY LOWELL MAN IN THE STREET OR HAND OVER MOUTH by HEATHER MCHUGH BURIAL RITES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CAMPS; FOR MARILYN HACKER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A DEATH IN THE BUSH by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL |
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