Verse and Reverse (1921)/The Wounded Mohawk

My heart sings of thee all day,
O thou of the wonderful hands,
That heal where they touch hurt, dying things.

Underneath my body of death
You folded your strong white arms
And lifted me out of the dark, the terrible dark.

I was so cold…You held me
Throbbingly close, till warmth
And life came quivering back…
Do you remember?

In your eyes was shining a light—
A wonderful light; so, not to be blind,
I shaded my sight with my poor thin arm.

Oh Niyoh!^[1]…To lie like that
Always, hiding my eyes from the light,
In those arms that would not let me sink again into the darkness.