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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538065" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Indian Girl's Lament</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Indian girl was sitting where<br>Her lover, slain in battle, slept;<br>Her maiden veil, her own black hair,<br>Came down o'er eyes that wept;<br>And wildly, in her woodland tongue,<br>This sad and simple lay she sung:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've pulled away the shrubs that grew<br>Too close above thy sleeping head,<br>And broke the forest boughs that threw<br>Their shadows o'er thy bed,<br>That, shining from the sweet south-west,<br>The sunbeams might rejoice thy rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It was a weary, weary road<br>That led thee to the pleasant coast,<br>Where thou, in his serene abode,<br>Hast met thy father's ghost:<br>Where everlasting autumn lies<br>On yellow woods and sunny skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas I the broidered mocsen made,<br>That shod thee for that distant land;<br>'Twas I thy bow and arrows laid<br>Beside thy still cold hand;<br>Thy bow in many a battle bent,<br>Thy arrows never vainly sent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With wampum belts I crossed thy breast,<br>And wrapped thee in the bison's hide,<br>And laid the food that pleased thee best,<br>In plenty, by thy side,<br>And decked thee bravely, as became<br>A warrior of illustrious name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou'rt happy now, for thou hast passed<br>The long dark journey of the grave,<br>And in the land of light, at last,<br>Hast joined the good and brave;<br>Amid the flushed and balmy air,<br>The bravest and the loveliest there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet, oft to thine own Indian maid<br>Even there thy thoughts will earthward stray,--<br>To her who sits where thou wert laid,<br>And weeps the hours away,<br>Yet almost can her grief forget,<br>To think that thou dost love her yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And thou, by one of those still lakes<br>That in a shining cluster lie,<br>On which the south wind scarcely breaks<br>The image of the sky,<br>A bower for thee and me hast made<br>Beneath the many-coloured shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And thou dost wait and watch to meet<br>My spirit sent to join the blessed,<br>And, wondering what detains my feet<br>From the bright land of rest,<br>Dost seem, in every sound, to hear<br>The rustling of my footsteps near.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</a><div class=q>
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Her lover, slain in battle, slept;
Her maiden veil, her own black hair,
Came down o'er eyes that wept;
And wildly, in her woodland tongue,
This sad and simple lay she sung:

'I've pulled away the shrubs that grew
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