Alone — alone! br With a heart like a stone, br She maketh her moan br At the feet of the trees, br With her face on her knees, br And her hair streaming over; br Wildly, and wildly, and wildly; br For she misses the tracks of her lover! br Do you hear her, Ulmarra? br Oh, where are the tracks of her lover? br Go by — go by! br They have told her a lie, br Who said he was nigh, br In the white-cedar glen — br In the camps of his men: br And she sitteth there weeping — br Weeping, and weeping, and weeping, br For the face of a warrior sleeping! br Do you hear her, Ulmarra? br Oh! where is her warrior sleeping? br br A dream! a dream! br That they saw a bright gleam br Through the dusk boughs stream, br Where wild bees dwell, br And a tomahawk fell, br In moons which have faded; br Faded, and faded, and faded, br From woods where a chieftain lies shaded! br Do you hear her, Ulmarra? br Oh! where doth her chieftain lie shaded? br br Bewail! bewail! br Who whispered a tale, br That they heard on the gale, br Through the dark and the cold, br The voice of the bold; br And a boomerang flying; br Flying, and flying, and flying? br Ah! her heart it is wasted with crying — br Do you hear her, Ulmarra? br Oh! her heart it is wasted with crying!br br Henry Kendallbr br