BEAT AGAINST ME NO LONGER
Ai-yee! My Yellow-Bird-Woman,My né-ne-moosh, ai-yee! my Loved-One,Be not afraid of my eyes!Beat against me no longer!Come! Come with a yielding of limbs!Ai-yee! Woman, woman,Trembling there in the teepeeLike the doe in the season of mating,Why foolishly fearest thou me?Cast the strange doubts from thy bosom!Be not afraid of my eyes!Be not as the flat-breasted squaw-sichWho feels the first womanly yearningsAnd hides, by the law of our people,Alone three sleeps in the forest;Be not as that brooding young maidenWho wanders forlorn in the cedars,And slumbers with troubled dreams,To awaken suddenly, fearingThe hot throbbing blood in her bosom,The strange eager life in her limbs.Ai-yee! Foolish one, woman,Cast the strange fears from thy heart!Wash the red shame from thy face!Be not afraid of my glances!
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