By Ruth Margaret Muskrat
Light and airy are the footsteps
Of Walleah—of my squaw;
And her laugh is like the gurgling
Of the crystal Spavinaw.
And her smile is like the blessing
Of the Master Manitou;
But her frown is like the Vengeance
To the sinful, he doth show.
Black as night, in heavy tresses
Falls her long and braided hair;
Swimming pools of midnight blackness
Are her eyes that dance or dare.
And her cheeks with red are glowing
Like the wild bronze turkey's wing;
And as heralds to her coming,
All the birds in gladness sing.
Gentle moon, shine on caressing
While Walleah sweetly sleeps,
Lullabies, the leaves are singing,
And the shy deer softly creeps
Through the trees--a fleeting shadow,
Lest she break stern silence low,
And disturb the pleasant dreaming
Of Walleah—of my squaw.