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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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earth beneath him,Hot and close the air around him,Filled with smoke and fiery vapors,As of burning woods and prairies,For his heart was hot within him,Like a living coal his heart was.So he journeyed westward, westward,Left the fleetest deer behind him,Left the antelope and bison;Crossed the rushing Esconaba,Crossed the mighty Mississippi,Passed the Mountains of the Prairie,Passed the land of Crows and Foxes,Passed the dwellings of the Blackfeet,Came unto the Rocky Mountains,To the kingdom of the West-Wind,Where upon the gusty summitsSat the ancient Mudjekeewis,Ruler of the winds of heaven.Filled with awe was HiawathaAt the aspect of his father.On the air about him wildlyTossed and streamed his cloudy tresses,Gleamed like drifting snow his tresses,Glared like Ishkoodah, the comet,Like the star with fiery tresses.Filled with joy was MudjekeewisWhen he looked on Hiawatha,Saw his youth rise up before himIn the face of Hiawatha,Saw the beauty of WenonahFrom the grave rise up before him."Welcome!" said he, "Hiawatha,To the kingdom of the West-WindLong have I been waiting for youYouth is lovely, age is lonely,Youth is fiery, age is frosty;You bring back the days departed,You bring back my youth of passion,And the beautiful Wenonah!"Many days they talked together,Questioned, listened, waited, answered;Much the mighty MudjekeewisBoasted of his ancient prowess,Of his perilous adventures,His indomitable courage,His invulnerable body.Patiently sat Hiawatha,Listening to his father's boasting;With a smile he sat and listened,Uttered neither threat nor menace,Neither word nor look betrayed him,But his heart was hot within him,Like a living coal his heart was.Then he said, "O Mudjekeewis,Is there nothing that can harm you?Nothing that you are afraid of?"And the mighty Mudjekeewis,Grand and gracious in his boasting,Answered, saying, "There is nothing,Nothing but the black rock yonder,Nothing but the fatal Wawbeek!"And he looked at HiawathaWith a wise look and benignant,With a countenance paternal,Looked with pride upon the beautyOf his tall and graceful figure,Saying, "O my
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