The Shoshone's Adieu
Language: English 
      Child of the Western Wind,
        Maid with the gentle eyes, 
      Leave all thy fear behind
        Where the red watch-fire dies. 
      Dear one, so true and tried, 
      Swift through the forest glide, 
      Safe in my arms to hide
        'Neath night's dark skies. 
Haste! for the night soon will take flight!
Come then to share one brief hour of delight!
Fancy calls up to me, dear heart, thy face; 
I greet thee, my love, as I feel thy embrace. 
Longing for thee, sweet, longing for thee, 
Thy Eagle Wing's sighing; O haste thee to me!

      Fiercely my warrior heart
        Longs for thy tender tone; 
      Hence must I soon depart,
        Free the War Eagle's flown. 
      Come then, for Love is sweet, 
      Time dies beneath his feet; 
      Haste! and in joy we'll greet,
        We two -- alone! 
Haste! for the night, &c.

Note from the score: "The Shoshones, -- a tribe of North American Indians." (i.e., indigenous or native Americans).


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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-06
Line count: 23
Word count: 137