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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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them drink in bowls of bass-wood,Listened while the guest was speaking,Listened while her father answered,But not once her lips she opened,Not a single word she uttered.Yes, as in a dream she listenedTo the words of Hiawatha,As he talked of old Nokomis,Who had nursed him in his childhood,As he told of his companions,Chibiabos, the musician,And the very strong man, Kwasind,And of happiness and plentyIn the land of the Ojibways,In the pleasant land and peaceful."After many years of warfare,Many years of strife and bloodshed,There is peace between the OjibwaysAnd the tribe of the Dacotahs."Thus continued Hiawatha,And then added, speaking slowly,"That this peace may last forever,And our hands be clasped more closely,And our hearts be more united,Give me as my wife this maiden,Minnehaha, Laughing Water,Loveliest of Dacotah women!"And the ancient Arrow-makerPaused a moment ere he answered,Smoked a little while in silence,Looked at Hiawatha proudly,Fondly looked at Laughing Water,And made answer very gravely:"Yes, if Minnehaha wishes;Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!"And the lovely Laughing WaterSeemed more lovely as she stood there,Neither willing nor reluctant,As she went to Hiawatha,Softly took the seat beside him,While she said, and blushed to say it,"I will follow you, my husband!"This was Hiawatha's wooing!Thus it was he won the daughterOf the ancient Arrow-maker,In the land of the Dacotahs!From the wigwam he departed,Leading with him Laughing Water;Hand in hand they went together,Through the woodland and the meadow,Left the old man standing lonelyAt the doorway of his wigwam,Heard the Falls of MinnehahaCalling to them from the distance,Crying to them from afar off,"Fare thee well, O Minnehaha!"And the ancient Arrow-makerTurned again unto his labor,Sat down by his sunny doorway,Murmuring to himself, and saying:"Thus it is our daughters leave us,Those we love, and those who love us!Just when they have learned to help us,When we are old and lean upon them,Comes a youth with flaunting
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