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Emily Pauline Johnson
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A Cry From An Indian Wife
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell; / We may not meet to-morrow; who can tell / What mighty ills befall our little band,
A Prodigal
My heart forgot its God for love of you, / And you forgot me, other loves to learn; / Now through a wilderness of thorn and rue
A Toast
There's wine in the cup, Vancouver, / And there's warmth in my heart for you, / While I drink to your health, your youth, and your wealth,
And He Said, "Fight On"
(Tennyson) / Time and its ally, Dark Disarmament, / Have compassed me about,
As Red Men Die
Captive! Is there a hell to him like this? / A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss? / He - proud and scornful, he - who laughed at law,
At Crow's Nest Pass
At Crow's Nest Pass the mountains rend / Themselves apart, the rivers wend / A lawless course about their feet,
At Half-Mast
You didn't know Billy, did you? Well, Bill was one of the boys, / The greatest fellow you ever seen to racket an' raise a noise, - / An' sing! say, you never heard singing 'nless you heard Billy sing.
At Husking Time
At husking time the tassel fades / To brown above the yellow blades, / Whose rustling sheath enswathes the corn
Autumn's Orchestra
(INSCRIBED TO ONE BEYOND SEAS) / Know by the thread of music woven through / This fragile web of cadences I spin,
Beyond The Blue
I / Speak of you, sir? You bet he did. Ben Fields was far too sound / To go back on a fellow just because he weren't around.
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