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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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maid with hair like sunshineVanished from his sight forever;Never more did ShawondaseeSee the maid with yellow tresses!Poor, deluded Shawondasee!'T was no woman that you gazed at,'T was no maiden that you sighed for,'T was the prairie dandelionThat through all the dreamy SummerYou had gazed at with such longing,You had sighed for with such passion,And had puffed away forever,Blown into the air with sighing.Ah! deluded Shawondasee!Thus the Four Winds were dividedThus the sons of MudjekeewisHad their stations in the heavens,At the corners of the heavens;For himself the West-Wind onlyKept the mighty Mudjekeewis.

III



Hiawatha's Childhood




Downward through the evening twilight,In the days that are forgotten,In the unremembered ages,From the full moon fell Nokomis,Fell the beautiful Nokomis,She a wife, but not a mother.She was sporting with her women,Swinging in a swing of grape-vines,When her rival the rejected,Full of jealousy and hatred,Cut the leafy swing asunder,Cut in twain the twisted grape-vines,And Nokomis fell affrightedDownward through the evening twilight,On the Muskoday, the meadow,On the prairie full of blossoms."See! a star falls!" said the people;"From the sky a star is falling!"There among the ferns and mosses,There among the prairie lilies,On the Muskoday, the meadow,In the moonlight and the starlight,Fair Nokomis bore a daughter.And she called her name Wenonah,As the first-born of her daughters.And the daughter of NokomisGrew up like the prairie lilies,Grew a tall and slender maiden,With the beauty of the moonlight,With the beauty of the starlight.And Nokomis warned her often,Saying oft, and oft repeating,"Oh, beware of Mudjekeewis,Of the West-Wind, Mudjekeewis;Listen not to what he tells you;Lie not down upon the meadow,Stoop not down among the lilies,Lest the West-Wind come and harm you!"But she heeded not the warning,Heeded not those words of wisdom,And the West-Wind came at evening,Walking lightly o'er the prairie,Whispering to the leaves and blossoms,Bending low the flowers and grasses,Found the beautiful Wenonah,Lying there
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