E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) - Silhouette

E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) - Silhouette

The sky-line melts from russet into blue, br Unbroken the horizon, saving where br A wreath of smoke curls up the far, thin air, br And points the distant lodges of the Sioux. br br Etched where the lands and cloudlands touch and die br A solitary Indian tepee stands, br The only habitation of these lands, br That roll their magnitude from sky to sky. br br The tent poles lift and loom in thin relief, br The upward floating smoke ascends between, br And near the open doorway, gaunt and lean, br And shadow-like, there stands an Indian Chief. br br With eyes that lost their lustre long ago, br With visage fixed and stern as fate's decree, br He looks towards the empty west, to see br The never-coming herd of buffalo. br br Only the bones that bleach upon the plains, br Only the fleshless skeletons that lie br In ghastly nakedness and silence, cry br Out mutely that naught else to him remainsbr br E.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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