A cry from an indian wife (Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poems)
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;We may not meet to-morrow; who can tellWhat mighty ills befall our little band,Or ...
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;We may not meet to-morrow; who can tellWhat mighty ills befall our little band,Or ...
1 West wind, blow from your prairie nest,2 Blow from the mountains, blow from the west3 The sail is idle, ...
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