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!