For the dim regions whence, my fathers came to My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs.
Words felt, but never heard;
my lips would frame;
My soul would sing forgotten jungle songs.
I would go back to darkness and peace,
But the vast western world holds me in fee,
And I may never hope for full release.
While to its alien gods, I bend my knee.
Something in me is lost, forever lost,
Some vital thing has gone out of my heart,
And I must walk the way of life a ghost
Among the sons of earth, a thought apart;
For I was born, far from my native clime,
Under the white man’s menace, out of time. ~