Here on the bed where my life has just ended-
my body lies lifeless-all pallid and gray...

The day I told her I was leaving her
was a cold and cheerless day in my life...

"DANCE, MACOOMBA!" the tribal people...
Sensing the urgency in their voices...

It seems peculiar, even to me,
that I sometimes develop a quaint affection...

I knew her once-
but don't know where...