THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN. [When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he be unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other tribes of Indians. The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting work HEARNE'S JOURNEY from HUDSON'S BAY to the NORTHERN OCEAN. In the high northern latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the northern lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise, as alluded to in the following poem.] I. BEFORE I see another day, Oh let my body die away! In sleep I heard the northern gleams; Before I see another day, Oh let my body die away! II. My fire is dead: it knew no pain ; * I saw the crackling flashes drive.-Edit. 1815. All stiff with ice the ashes lie; And they are dead, and I will die. For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire; No pleasure now, and no desire. III. Alas! ye might have dragged me on Another day, a single one! Too soon I yielded to despair; Why did ye listen to my prayer? When ye were gone my limbs were stronger; And oh, how grievously I rue, IV. My Child! they gave thee to another, That he might pull the sledge for me: THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN. 97 V. My little joy! my little pride! In two days more I must have died. VI. I'll follow you across the snow; Then wherefore should I fear to die? VII. Young as I am, my course is run, I shall not see another sun; I cannot lift my limbs to know If they have any life or no. For once could have thee close to me, H With happy heart I then would die, THE LAST OF THE FLOCK.† I. IN distant countries have I been, 1798. II. He saw me, and he turned aside, * In the earlier editions the poem ends with the sixth stanza. † Written at Alfoxden, 1798. Mr. Wordsworth said the incident occurred in the village of Holford, near Alfoxden. To-day I fetched him from the rock; III. When I was young, a single man, Of sheep I numbered a full score, IV. Year after year my stock it grew; Is all that is alive; And now I care not if we die, And perish all of poverty. V. Six Children, Sir! had I to feed ; My pride was tamed, and in our grief |