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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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white-fire insect,Little, dancing, white-fire creature,Light me with your little candle,Ere upon my bed I lay me,Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!"Saw the moon rise from the waterRippling, rounding from the water,Saw the flecks and shadows on it,Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?"And the good Nokomis answered:"Once a warrior, very angry,Seized his grandmother, and threw herUp into the sky at midnight;Right against the moon he threw her;'T is her body that you see there."Saw the rainbow in the heaven,In the eastern sky, the rainbow,Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?"And the good Nokomis answered:"'T is the heaven of flowers you see there;All the wild-flowers of the forest,All the lilies of the prairie,When on earth they fade and perish,Blossom in that heaven above us."When he heard the owls at midnight,Hooting, laughing in the forest,"What is that?" he cried in terror,"What is that," he said, "Nokomis?"And the good Nokomis answered:"That is but the owl and owlet,Talking in their native language,Talking, scolding at each other."Then the little HiawathaLearned of every bird its language,Learned their names and all their secrets,How they built their nests in Summer,Where they hid themselves in Winter,Talked with them whene'er he met them,Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens."Of all beasts he learned the language,Learned their names and all their secrets,How the beavers built their lodges,Where the squirrels hid their acorns,How the reindeer ran so swiftly,Why the rabbit was so timid,Talked with them whene'er he met them,Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers."Then Iagoo, the great boaster,He the marvellous story-teller,He the traveller and the talker,He the friend of old Nokomis,Made a bow for Hiawatha;From a branch of ash he made it,From an oak-bough made the arrows,Tipped with flint, and winged with feathers,And the cord he made of deer-skin.Then he said to Hiawatha:"Go, my son, into the forest,Where the red deer herd together,Kill for us a famous roebuck,Kill for us
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