| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | The Squaw’s Lament | | By John Edward Logan (‘Barry Dane’) (d. 1915) |
| | | A BLOOD-RED ring hung round the moon, | |
| A blood-red ring, ah me! ah me! | |
| I heard the piping of the loon, | |
| A wounded loon, ah me! | |
| And yet the eagle feathers rare | 5 |
| I trembling wove in my brave’s hair. | |
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| He left me in the early morn, | |
| The early morn, ah me! ah me! | |
| The feathers swayed like stately corn— | |
| So like the corn, ah me! | 10 |
| A fierce wind swept across the plain, | |
| The stately corn was snapt in twain. | |
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| They crushed in blood the hated race, | |
| The hated race, ah me! ah me! | |
| I only clasped a cold, blind face— | 15 |
| His cold, dead face, ah me! | |
| The blood-red ring hangs in my sight, | |
| I hear the loon cry every night. | | | | |
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