HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 1807. ["The Song of Hiawatha." 1855.] HIAWATHA'S WOOING. Ar the doorway of his wigwam Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, Of the past the old man's thoughts were, He was thinking, as he sat there, Now the men were all like women, She was thinking of a hunter, And her eyes were very dreamy. Through their thoughts they heard a footstep, Heard a rustling in the branches, And with glowing cheek and forehead, With the deer upon his shoulders, Straight the ancient Arrow-maker At the feet of Laughing Water Very spacious was the wigwam, Made of deer-skin dressed and whitened, HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. Drawn and painted on its curtains, As he entered at the doorway. Brought forth food and set before them, Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood. Yes, as in a dream she listened To 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 plenty In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant land and peaceful. Thus continued Hiawatha, And then added, speaking slowly, "That this peace may last for ever, And our hands be clasped more closely, And our hearts be more united, Minnehaha, Laughing Water, Loveliest of Dacotah women !" 465 |