<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ulmarra</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone — alone!<br>With a heart like a stone,<br>She maketh her moan<br>At the feet of the trees,<br>With her face on her knees,<br>And her hair streaming over;<br>Wildly, and wildly, and wildly;<br>For she misses the tracks of her lover!<br>Do you hear her, Ulmarra?<br>Oh, where are the tracks of her lover?<br>Go by — go by!<br>They have told her a lie,<br>Who said he was nigh,<br>In the white-cedar glen —<br>In the camps of his men:<br>And she sitteth there weeping —<br>Weeping, and weeping, and weeping,<br>For the face of a warrior sleeping!<br>Do you hear her, Ulmarra?<br>Oh! where is her warrior sleeping?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A dream! a dream!<br>That they saw a bright gleam<br>Through the dusk boughs stream,<br>Where wild bees dwell,<br>And a tomahawk fell,<br>In moons which have faded;<br>Faded, and faded, and faded,<br>From woods where a chieftain lies shaded!<br>Do you hear her, Ulmarra?<br>Oh! where doth her chieftain lie shaded?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bewail! bewail!<br>Who whispered a tale,<br>That they heard on the gale,<br>Through the dark and the cold,<br>The voice of the bold;<br>And a boomerang flying;<br>Flying, and flying, and flying?<br>Ah! her heart it is wasted with crying —<br>Do you hear her, Ulmarra?<br>Oh! her heart it is wasted with crying!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408436" data-title="Ulmarra de Henry Kendall" data-description="Alone — alone! With a heart like a stone, She maketh her moan At the feet of the trees, With her face on her knees, And her hair streaming over; Wildly, and wildly, and wildly; For she misses the tracks of her lover! Do you hear her, Ulmarra? Oh..."></div> </div> </div>

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