Poems (Proctor)/Love Song of the Omahas
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; 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!