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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaint Of a Forsaken Indian Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before I see another day,<br>Oh let my body die away!<br>In sleep I heard the northern gleams;<br>The stars, they were among my dreams;<br>In rustling conflict through the skies,<br>I heard, I saw the flashes drive,<br>And yet they are upon my eyes,<br>And yet I am alive;<br>Before I see another day,<br>Oh let my body die away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My fire is dead: it knew no pain;<br>Yet is it dead, and I remain:<br>All stiff with ice the ashes lie;<br>And they are dead, and I will die.<br>When I was well, I wished to live,<br>For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire;<br>But they to me no joy can give,<br>No pleasure now, and no desire.<br>Then here contented will I lie<br>Alone, I cannot fear to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! ye might have dragged me on<br>Another day, a single one!<br>Too soon I yielded to despair;<br>Why did ye listen to my prayer <br>When ye were gone my limb were stronger;<br>And oh, how grievously I rue,<br>That, afterward, a little longer,<br>My friends, I did not follow you!<br>For strong and without pain I lay,<br>Dear friends, when ye were gone away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Child! they gave thee to another,<br>A woman who was not thy mother.<br>When from my arms my Babe they took,<br>On me how strangely did he look !<br>Through his whole body something ran,<br>A most strange working did I see;<br>---As if he strove to be a man,<br>That he might pull the sledge for me:<br>And then he stretched his arm, how wild!<br>Oh mercy! like a helpless child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My little joy! my little pride!<br>In two day more I must have died.<br>Then do not weep and grieve for me;<br>I feel I must have died with thee.<br>O wind, that o'er my head art flying<br>The way my friends their course did bend,<br>I should not feel the pain of dying,<br>Could I with thee a message end;<br>Too soon, my friend, ye went away;<br>For I had many thing to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll follow you across the snow;<br>Ye travel heavily and slow;<br>In spite of all my weary pain<br>I'll look upon your tent again.<br>---My fire is dead, and snowy white<br>The water which beside it stood:<br>The wolf has come to me to-night,<br>And he has stolen away my food.<br>Forever left alone am I;<br>Then wherefore should I fear to die ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young as I am, my course is run,<br>I shall not see another sun;<br>I cannot lift my limb to know<br>If they have any life or no.<br>My poor forsaken child, if I<br>For once could have thee close to me,<br>With happy heart I then would die,<br>And my last thought would happy be;<br>But thou, dear Babe, art far away,<br>Nor shall I see another day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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Oh let my body die away!
In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars, they were among my dreams;
In rustling conflict through the skies,
I heard, I saw the flashes drive,
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am al..."></div>
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