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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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with Osseo!'"Once to some great feast invited,Through the damp and dusk of evening,Walked together the ten sisters,Walked together with their husbands;Slowly followed old Osseo,With fair Oweenee beside him;All the others chatted gayly,These two only walked in silence."At the western sky OsseoGazed intent, as if imploring,Often stopped and gazed imploringAt the trembling Star of Evening,At the tender Star of Woman;And they heard him murmur softly,'Ah, showain nemeshin, Nosa!Pity, pity me, my father!'"'Listen!' said the eldest sister,'He is praying to his father!What a pity that the old manDoes not stumble in the pathway,Does not break his neck by falling!'And they laughed till all the forestRang with their unseemly laughter."On their pathway through the woodlandsLay an oak, by storms uprooted,Lay the great trunk of an oak-tree,Buried half in leaves and mosses,Mouldering, crumbling, huge and hollow.And Osseo, when he saw it,Gave a shout, a cry of anguish,Leaped into its yawning cavern,At one end went in an old man,Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly;From the other came a young man,Tall and straight and strong and handsome."Thus Osseo was transfigured,Thus restored to youth and beauty;But, alas for good Osseo,And for Oweenee, the faithful!Strangely, too, was she transfigured.Changed into a weak old woman,With a staff she tottered onward,Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly!And the sisters and their husbandsLaughed until the echoing forestRang with their unseemly laughter."But Osseo turned not from her,Walked with slower step beside her,Took her hand, as brown and witheredAs an oak-leaf is in Winter,Called her sweetheart, Nenemoosha,Soothed her with soft words of kindness,Till they reached the lodge of feasting,Till they sat down in the wigwam,Sacred to the Star of Evening,To the tender Star of Woman."Wrapt in visions, lost in dreaming,At the banquet sat Osseo;All were merry, all were happy,All were joyous but Osseo.Neither food nor drink he tasted,Neither did he speak nor listen;But as one bewildered
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