| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXV. Bitter Remembrance
The Indian Maid’s Lament | | By John Logan (1748–1788) |
| | | A BLOOD-RED ring hung round the moon, | |
| Hung round the moon. Ah me! Ah me! | |
| I heard the piping of the Loon, | |
| A wounded Loon. Ah me! | |
| And yet the eagle feathers rare | 5 |
| I, trembling, wove in my brave’s hair. | |
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| He left me in the early morn, | |
| The early morn. Ah me! ah me! | |
| The feathers swayed like stately corn, | |
| So like the corn. Ah me! | 10 |
| A fierce wind swept across the plain, | |
| The stately corn was snapt in twain. | |
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| They crushed in blood the hated race, | |
| The hated race. Ah me! Ah me! | |
| I only clasped a cold, blind face, | 15 |
| His cold, dead face. Ah me! | |
| A blood-red ring hangs in my sight, | |
| I hear the Loon cry every night. | | | | |
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