Lonely, silent, waiting, sad;
Where are those who used to fill
That sleepless darkness, empty, still,
With tales of hunts and exciting kill?
No more the Sinagua, doeskin clad,
Just sleepless darkness, empty, sad.
Nevermore the children's laughter?
No more cheerful infant's prattle?
No more loving, talking after?
Nevermore the children's laughter.
Have they all gone to the great hereafter?
Do the braves wage heavenly battle?
Nevermore the children's laughter,
No more cheerful infant's prattle!
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