IN that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath. "Revenge!" cried Rain-in-the-Face, "Revenge upon all the race Of the White Chief with yellow hair!" And the mountains dark and high From their crags reechoed the cry Of his anger and despair. In the meadow, spreading wide By woodland and river-side The Indian village stood; All was silent as a dream, Save the rushing of the stream And the blue-jay in the wood. In his war paint and his beads, Like a bison among the reeds, In ambush the Sitting Bull Lay with three thousand braves Crouched in the clefts and caves, Savage, unmerciful! Into the fatal snare The White Chief with yellow hair And his three hundred men Dashed headlong, sword in hand; But of that gallant band Not one returned again. The sudden darkness of death Overwhelmed them like the breath And smoke of a furnace fire: By the river's bank, and between The rocks of the ravine, They lay in their bloody attire. But the foemen fled in the night, And Rain-in-the-Face, in his flight, Uplifted high in air As a ghastly trophy, bore The brave heart, that beat no more, Of the White Chief with yellow hair. Whose was the right and the wrong? Sing it, O funeral song, With a voice that is full of tears, And say that our broken faith Wrought all this ruin and scathe, In the Year of a Hundred Years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES IMAGINATION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: DANIEL BARTOLI by ROBERT BROWNING THE PREFACE TO DIVINE SONGS AND MEDITACIONS by ANNE COLLINS ULF IN IRELAND by CHARLES DE KAY HER THOUGHT AND HIS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO MY FRIEND THE AUTHOR; PREFACE TO 'TIS PITY SHE'S A WHORE' by THOMAS ELLICE |