The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

210 THE LEAGUE OF THE IKOQUOIS.
She by Ti-cr-to waiting him :
Lone watching
till the day is done,
Lone watching through the midnight dim,
Lone watching till the morning sun ;
She that his heart had sweetly blessed,
Made glad the wigwam's mat and shade.
Who now might soothe that aching breast,
Prone in its anguish disarrayed ?
No more to run with eager feet
To greet him on the waiting shore !
AVhat grief and pain with her to meet !
But not to meet, it deepens more.
And oh to !
eyes that tearful be
How dim would show the Halls of Day ;
How could he dwell content, and she,
Nyah-tah-wanta, far away ?
Or fairer than the kindling dawn,
In widening sundown flaring red,
Sees he the little maiden gone
Sees he the father's darling dead ?
Dead ? !
Nay but in that Better Land
And radiant in all virgin charms
Sees he the dear one waiting stand,
Or sweetly clasped in loving arms.