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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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and beckoned at the doorway.And as one in slumber walking,Pale and haggard, but undaunted,From the wigwam HiawathaCame and wrestled with Mondamin.Round about him spun the landscape,Sky and forest reeled together,And his strong heart leaped within him,As the sturgeon leaps and strugglesIn a net to break its meshes.Like a ring of fire around himBlazed and flared the red horizon,And a hundred suns seemed lookingAt the combat of the wrestlers.Suddenly upon the greenswardAll alone stood Hiawatha,Panting with his wild exertion,Palpitating with the struggle;And before him breathless, lifeless,Lay the youth, with hair dishevelled,Plumage torn, and garments tattered,Dead he lay there in the sunset.And victorious HiawathaMade the grave as he commanded,Stripped the garments from Mondamin,Stripped his tattered plumage from him,Laid him in the earth, and made itSoft and loose and light above him;And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,From the melancholy moorlands,Gave a cry of lamentation,Gave a cry of pain and anguish!Homeward then went HiawathaTo the lodge of old Nokomis,And the seven days of his fastingWere accomplished and completed.But the place was not forgottenWhere he wrestled with Mondamin;Nor forgotten nor neglectedWas the grave where lay Mondamin,Sleeping in the rain and sunshine,Where his scattered plumes and garmentsFaded in the rain and sunshine.Day by day did HiawathaGo to wait and watch beside it;Kept the dark mould soft above it,Kept it clean from weeds and insects,Drove away, with scoffs and shoutings,Kahgahgee, the king of ravens.Till at length a small green featherFrom the earth shot slowly upward,Then another and another,And before the Summer endedStood the maize in all its beauty,With its shining robes about it,And its long, soft, yellow tresses;And in rapture HiawathaCried aloud, "It is Mondamin!Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin!"Then he called to old NokomisAnd Iagoo, the great boaster,Showed them where the maize was growing,Told them of his wondrous vision,Of his wrestling and his triumph,Of this new gift
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