Song of the Indian Girl
The thought so sweet is gone—
And hope hath fled, like a rainbow's ray,
Or a beam of the setting sun!
But I am left, like an autumn leaf,
To the pitiless world, and the blast of grief,
Till my day of life is done !—
Spirit of Love! O bear my soul
Farther than Gunga's waters roll,
For my spring of joy has been brief.
January 1827.