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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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it froze and fell not.Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting,With his mighty bow of ash-tree,With his quiver full of arrows,With his mittens, Minjekahwun,Into the vast and vacant forestOn his snow-shoes strode he forward."Gitche Manito, the Mighty!"Cried he with his face upliftedIn that bitter hour of anguish,"Give your children food, O father!Give us food, or we must perish!Give me food for Minnehaha,For my dying Minnehaha!"Through the far-resounding forest,Through the forest vast and vacantRang that cry of desolation,But there came no other answerThan the echo of his crying,Than the echo of the woodlands,"Minnehaha! Minnehaha!"All day long roved HiawathaIn that melancholy forest,Through the shadow of whose thickets,In the pleasant days of Summer,Of that ne'er forgotten Summer,He had brought his young wife homewardFrom the land of the Dacotahs;When the birds sang in the thickets,And the streamlets laughed and glistened,And the air was full of fragrance,And the lovely Laughing WaterSaid with voice that did not tremble,"I will follow you, my husband!"In the wigwam with Nokomis,With those gloomy guests that watched her,With the Famine and the Fever,She was lying, the Beloved,She, the dying Minnehaha."Hark!" she said; "I hear a rushing,Hear a roaring and a rushing,Hear the Falls of MinnehahaCalling to me from a distance!""No, my child!" said old Nokomis,"`T is the night-wind in the pine-trees!""Look!" she said; "I see my fatherStanding lonely at his doorway,Beckoning to me from his wigwamIn the land of the Dacotahs!""No, my child!" said old Nokomis."`T is the smoke, that waves and beckons!""Ah!" said she, "the eyes of PaugukGlare upon me in the darkness,I can feel his icy fingersClasping mine amid the darkness!Hiawatha! Hiawatha!"And the desolate Hiawatha,Far away amid the forest,Miles away among the mountains,Heard that sudden cry of anguish,Heard the voice of MinnehahaCalling to him in the darkness,"Hiawatha! Hiawatha!"Over snow-fields waste and pathless,Under snow-encumbered branches,Homeward hurried Hiawatha,Empty-handed, heavy-hearted,Heard Nokomis moaning,
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