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 ...
A meadow brown; across the yonder edgeA zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedgeOf underbush has cleft its course in ...
A meadow brown; across the yonder edgeA zigzag fence is ambling; here a wedgeOf underbush has cleft its course in ...
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