We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his — Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
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We weep,tears of blood,we weep,In despair, crying,we weep;the sun forever has stolenthe light from his eyes.No more his face do we see,no more his voice do we hear,nor will his affectionate gazewatch over his people.

— Jane Bierhorst, In the Trail of the Wind: American Indian Poems and Ritual Orations
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