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

THE BROKEN HEART. 221
To gaze along the foaming deep
She early came, she lingered late,
To weep and watch, to watch and weep,
A stricken soul and desolate.
And many a night, and many a day
Her failing footsteps went and came
Along the darkened home-led way,
Hope lighting faint life's flickering flame.
Still o'er the sward she came and went,
Still seeming more a passing shade
Some brightness for a moment lent ;
Till prone beside the withered glade
The paling Summer weeping sat,
To miss the dear, familiar tread ;
While fevered on her lowly mat
Low-moaning lay that gentle head.
Now through her half-forgotten care
A gladness murmured in her breast,
As Hayo-went-ha, he was there,
Again the maiden form she pressed;
Or other dear ones seemed to rise,
Seen through death's gathering mist and haze ;
The loving sire, the deeper eyes
That brightened on her infant days.