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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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wailing:"Wahonowin! Wahonowin!Would that I had perished for you,Would that I were dead as you are!Wahonowin! Wahonowin!"And he rushed into the wigwam,Saw the old Nokomis slowlyRocking to and fro and moaning,Saw his lovely MinnehahaLying dead and cold before him,And his bursting heart within himUttered such a cry of anguish,That the forest moaned and shuddered,That the very stars in heavenShook and trembled with his anguish.Then he sat down, still and speechless,On the bed of Minnehaha,At the feet of Laughing Water,At those willing feet, that neverMore would lightly run to meet him,Never more would lightly follow.With both hands his face he covered,Seven long days and nights he sat there,As if in a swoon he sat there,Speechless, motionless, unconsciousOf the daylight or the darkness.Then they buried Minnehaha;In the snow a grave they made herIn the forest deep and darksomeUnderneath the moaning hemlocks;Clothed her in her richest garmentsWrapped her in her robes of ermine,Covered her with snow, like ermine;Thus they buried Minnehaha.And at night a fire was lighted,On her grave four times was kindled,For her soul upon its journeyTo the Islands of the Blessed.From his doorway HiawathaSaw it burning In the forest,Lighting up the gloomy hemlocks;From his sleepless bed uprising,From the bed of Minnehaha,Stood and watched it at the doorway,That it might not be extinguished,Might not leave her in the darkness."Farewell!" said he, "Minnehaha!Farewell, O my Laughing Water!All my heart is buried with you,All my thoughts go onward with you!Come not back again to labor,Come not back again to suffer,Where the Famine and the FeverWear the heart and waste the body.Soon my task will be completed,Soon your footsteps I shall followTo the Islands of the Blessed,To the Kingdom of Ponemah,To the Land of the Hereafter!"

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The White Man's Foot




In his lodge beside a river,Close beside a frozen river,Sat an old man, sad and lonely.White
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