Before I See Another Day, Oh Let My Body Die Away! In Sleep I Heard The Northern Gleams; The Stars, They Were Among My Dreams; In Rustling Conflict Through The Skies, I Heard, I Saw The Flashes Drive, And Yet They Are Upon My Eyes, And Yet I Am Alive; Before I See Another Day, Oh Let My Body Die Away! My Fire Is Dead: It Knew No Pain; Yet Is It Dead, And I Remain: All Stiff With Ice The Ashes Lie; And They Are Dead, And I Will Die. When I Was Well, I Wished To Live, For Clothes, For Warmth, For Food, And Fire; But They To Me No Joy Can Give, No Pleasure Now, And No Desire. Then Here Contented Will I Lie Alone, I Cannot Fear To Die. Alas! Ye Might Have Dragged Me On Another Day, A Single One! Too Soon I Yielded To Despair; Why Did Ye Listen To My Prayer When Ye Were Gone My Limb Were Stronger; And Oh, How Grievously I Rue, That, Afterward, A Little Longer, My Friends, I Did Not Follow You! For Strong And Without Pain I Lay, Dear Friends, When Ye Were Gone Away. My Child! They Gave Thee To Another, A Woman Who Was Not Thy Mother. When From My Arms My Babe They Took, On Me How Strangely Did He Look ! Through His Whole Body Something Ran, A Most Strange Working Did I See; As If He Strove To Be A Man, That He Might Pull The Sledge For Me: And Then He Stretched His Arm, How Wild! Oh Mercy! Like A Helpless Child. My Little Joy! My Little Pride! In Two Day More I Must Have Died. Then Do Not Weep And Grieve For Me; I Feel I Must Have Died With Thee. O Wind, That O'Er My Head Art Flying The Way My Friends Their Course Did Bend, I Should Not Feel The Pain Of Dying, Could I With Thee A Message End; Too Soon, My Friend, Ye Went Away; For I Had Many Thing To Say. I'll Follow You Across The Snow; Ye Travel Heavily And Slow; In Spite Of All My Weary Pain I'll Look Upon Your Tent Again. My Fire Is Dead, And Snowy White The Water Which Beside It Stood: The Wolf Has Come To Me To-Night, And He Has Stolen Away My Food. Forever Left Alone Am I; Then Wherefore Should I Fear To Die ? Young As I Am, My Course Is Run, I Shall Not See Another Sun; I Cannot Lift My Limb To Know If They Have Any Life Or No. My Poor Forsaken Child, If I For Once Could Have Thee Close To Me, With Happy Heart I Then Would Die, And My Last Thought Would Happy Be; But Thou, Dear Babe, Art Far Away, Nor Shall I See Another Day.