Poems (Proctor)/Love Song of the Omahas
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LOVE SONG OF THE OMAHAS.12
Fades the star of morning,
West winds gently blow,
Soft the pine-trees murmur,
Soft the waters flow.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
To the hill-top nigh,—
Gloom and fear will vanish
When the pale stars die;—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!
West winds gently blow,
Soft the pine-trees murmur,
Soft the waters flow.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
To the hill-top nigh,—
Gloom and fear will vanish
When the pale stars die;—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!
From my tent I wander
Longing but for thee,
As the day from darkness
Comes the earth to see.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
To the hill-top nigh,—
Lo, the dawn is breaking;
Rosy beams the sky;—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!
Longing but for thee,
As the day from darkness
Comes the earth to see.
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
To the hill-top nigh,—
Lo, the dawn is breaking;
Rosy beams the sky;—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!
Lonely is our valley
Though the month is May;
Come and be my moonlight,
I will be thy day!—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
O behold me nigh!
Now the sun is rising;
Now the shadows fly;
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!
Though the month is May;
Come and be my moonlight,
I will be thy day!—
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
O behold me nigh!
Now the sun is rising;
Now the shadows fly;
Lift thine eyes, my maiden,
Hear thy lover's cry!