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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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of sandstone,Arrow-heads of chalcedony,Arrow-heads of flint and jasper,Smoothed and sharpened at the edges,Hard and polished, keen and costly.With him dwelt his dark-eyed daughter,Wayward as the Minnehaha,With her moods of shade and sunshine,Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate,Feet as rapid as the river,Tresses flowing like the water,And as musical a laughter:And he named her from the river,From the water-fall he named her,Minnehaha, Laughing Water.Was it then for heads of arrows,Arrow-heads of chalcedony,Arrow-heads of flint and jasper,That my Hiawatha haltedIn the land of the Dacotahs?Was it not to see the maiden,See the face of Laughing WaterPeeping from behind the curtain,Hear the rustling of her garmentsFrom behind the waving curtain,As one sees the MinnehahaGleaming, glancing through the branches,As one hears the Laughing WaterFrom behind its screen of branches?Who shall say what thoughts and visionsFill the fiery brains of young men?Who shall say what dreams of beautyFilled the heart of Hiawatha?All he told to old Nokomis,When he reached the lodge at sunset,Was the meeting with his father,Was his fight with Mudjekeewis;Not a word he said of arrows,Not a word of Laughing Water.

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Hiawatha's Fasting




You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not for triumphs in the battle,And renown among the warriors,But for profit of the people,For advantage of the nations.First he built a lodge for fasting,Built a wigwam in the forest,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,In the blithe and pleasant Spring-time,In the Moon of Leaves he built it,And, with dreams and visions many,Seven whole days and nights he fasted.On the first day of his fastingThrough the leafy woods he wandered;Saw the deer start from the thicket,Saw the rabbit in his burrow,Heard the pheasant, Bena, drumming,Heard the squirrel, Adjidaumo,Rattling in his hoard of acorns,Saw the pigeon, the Omeme,Building nests among the pinetrees,And in flocks the
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