An Indian Verse

Translated from Language California Indians

DARLING mine, sweet mine, we sever.

I am going far from thee.

Must this parting be forever?

Shall we stroll beside the sea

Any more? The sea breeze blowing

Soft I feel upon my brow;

And I see the lightning glowing

On the distant mountain now;

And the verdant valleys under

All the hills are gleaming bright,

Lit by lightning, while the thunder,

Dull and mournful, blends with night.

And, alas! thou art not near me,

And my soul is sad and lone!

Fare thee well. Thou canst not hear me—

All my joy and bliss are flown.