Oct 302013
 
Three white ravens on their barren seat
Looked out west when dawn rose east.

Geronimo down in the damp dust lay;
No cold word did cold lips say.

The horse that threw him stood contrite;
Better horse had no knight.

His hound-dog lay quietly sleeping,
His master's feet in his safe-keeping.

May every lady be bright and fair
As his wine-dark widow grieving there.

And may each man be as brave to go
Where went the brave Geronimo.

Three white ravens came to meat their feast;
West is west and east is east.

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