WE ARE riding out in the morning, And my love rides far ahead— Rides where the rising sunshine Tints the canyon wall with red— As I urge my pony after, She cries with impish glee, "On, and ride fast, my warrior— If you hope to capture me!" @3Nahleen nahleen, nahleen— Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen— Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen— Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen!@1 Where the sheep-flocks graze in thousands, And the Chieftain's horses run, Is the duty of the riders, From the dawn to setting sun— But what think I of duty, When that bright and laughing face Calls from the glowing mesa! "Have you given up the chase?" @3Nahleen, nahleen, nahleen— Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen— Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen— Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen!@1 I am called before the Chieftain, And the Chieftain's face is grim, As he speaks the words of censure, While the evening's light grows dim. "You have left the herds unguarded, At the mercy of a foe— And—daughter, cease thy nudging— I was young, too, long ago!" @3Nahleen, nahleen, nahleen— Kah-na-no, kannaz, tangeen— Sanna-san, sah-lee, saskeen— Na-na-litch, na-litch, nandeen!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |