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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!

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!

Lonely is our valley
 Though the month is May;