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And retreated, baffled, beaten,
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To the kingdom of Wabasso,
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To the land of the White Rabbit,
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Hearing still the gusty laughter,
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Hearing Shingebis, the diver,
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You are but my fellow-mortal!"
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Shawondasee, fat and lazy,
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Had his dwelling far to southward,
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In the drowsy, dreamy sunshine,
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In the never-ending Summer.
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He it was who sent the wood-birds,
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Sent the robin, the Opechee,
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Sent the bluebird, the Owaissa,
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Sent the Shawshaw, sent the swallow,
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Sent the wild-goose, Wawa, northward,
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Sent the melons and tobacco,
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And the grapes in purple clusters.
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From his pipe the smoke ascending
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Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
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Filled the air with dreamy softness,
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Gave a twinkle to the water,
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Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
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Brought the tender Indian Summer
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To the melancholy north-land,
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In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.
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Listless, careless Shawondasee!
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In his life he had one shadow,
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In his heart one sorrow had he.
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Once, as he was gazing northward,
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Far away upon a prairie
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He beheld a maiden standing,
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Saw a tall and slender maiden
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All alone upon a prairie;
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Brightest green were all her garments,
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And her hair was like the sunshine.
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Day by day he gazed upon her,
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Day by day he sighed with passion,
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Day by day his heart within him
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Grew more hot with love and longing
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For the maid with yellow tresses.
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But he was too fat and lazy
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To bestir himself and woo her.
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Yes, too indolent and easy
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To pursue her and persuade her;
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So he only gazed upon her,
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Only sat and sighed with passion
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For the maiden of the prairie.
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Till one morning, looking northward,
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He beheld her yellow tresses
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Changed and covered o'er with whiteness,
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Covered as with whitest snow-flakes.
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"Ah! my brother from the North-land,
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From the kingdom of Wabasso,
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From the land of the White Rabbit!
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You have stolen the maiden from me,
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You have laid your hand upon her,
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You have wooed and won my maiden,
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With your stories of the North-land!"
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Thus the wretched Shawondasee
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Breathed into the air his sorrow;
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And the South-Wind o'er the prairie
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Wandered warm with sighs of passion,
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With the sighs of Shawondasee,
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Till the air seemed full of snow-flakes,
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Full of thistle-down the prairie,
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And the maid with hair like sunshine
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Vanished from his sight forever;
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Never more did Shawondasee
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See the maid with yellow tresses!
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Poor, deluded Shawondasee!
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'T was no woman that you gazed at,
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'T was no maiden that you sighed for,
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'T was the prairie dandelion
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That through all the dreamy Summer
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You had gazed at with such longing,
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You had sighed for with such passion,
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And had puffed away forever,
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Blown into the air with sighing.
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Ah! deluded Shawondasee!
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Thus the Four Winds were divided
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Thus the sons of Mudjekeewis
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Had their stations in the heavens,
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At the corners of the heavens;
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For himself the West-Wind only
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Kept the mighty Mudjekeewis.
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Hiawatha's Childhood
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Downward through the evening twilight,
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In the days that are forgotten,
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In the unremembered ages,
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From the full moon fell Nokomis,
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Fell the beautiful Nokomis,
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She a wife, but not a mother.
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She was sporting with her women,
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Swinging in a swing of grape-vines,
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When her rival the rejected,
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Full of jealousy and hatred,
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Cut the leafy swing asunder,
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Cut in twain the twisted grape-vines,
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And Nokomis fell affrighted
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Downward through the evening twilight,
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