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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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Ravens,With his band of black marauders.And they laughed at Hiawatha,Till the tree-tops shook with laughter,With their melancholy laughter,At the words of Hiawatha."Hear him!" said they; "hear the Wise Man,Hear the plots of Hiawatha!"When the noiseless night descendedBroad and dark o'er field and forest,When the mournful WawonaissaSorrowing sang among the hemlocks,And the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin,Shut the doors of all the wigwams,From her bed rose Laughing Water,Laid aside her garments wholly,And with darkness clothed and guarded,Unashamed and unaffrighted,Walked securely round the cornfields,Drew the sacred, magic circleOf her footprints round the cornfields.No one but the Midnight onlySaw her beauty in the darkness,No one but the WawonaissaHeard the panting of her bosomGuskewau, the darkness, wrapped herClosely in his sacred mantle,So that none might see her beauty,So that none might boast, "I saw her!"On the morrow, as the day dawned,Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens,Gathered all his black marauders,Crows and blackbirds, jays and ravens,Clamorous on the dusky tree-tops,And descended, fast and fearless,On the fields of Hiawatha,On the grave of the Mondamin."We will drag Mondamin," said they,"From the grave where he is buried,Spite of all the magic circlesLaughing Water draws around it,Spite of all the sacred footprintsMinnehaha stamps upon it!"But the wary Hiawatha,Ever thoughtful, careful, watchful,Had o'erheard the scornful laughterWhen they mocked him from the tree-tops."Kaw!" he said, "my friends the ravens!Kahgahgee, my King of Ravens!I will teach you all a lessonThat shall not be soon forgotten!"He had risen before the daybreak,He had spread o'er all the cornfieldsSnares to catch the black marauders,And was lying now in ambushIn the neighboring grove of pine-trees,Waiting for the crows and blackbirds,Waiting for the jays and ravens.Soon they came with caw and clamor,Rush of wings and cry of voices,To their work of devastation,Settling down upon the cornfields,Delving deep with beak and talon,For the body of Mondamin.And with all their craft
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