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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hiawatha's Childhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Downward through the evening twilight, <br>In the days that are forgotten, <br>In the unremembered ages, <br>From the full moon fell Nokomis, <br>Fell the beautiful Nokomis, <br>She a wife, but not a mother.<br> She was sporting with her women, <br>Swinging in a swing of grape-vines, <br>When her rival the rejected, <br>Full of jealousy and hatred, <br>Cut the leafy swing asunder, <br>Cut in twain the twisted grape-vines, <br>And Nokomis fell affrighted <br>Downward through the evening twilight, <br>On the Muskoday, the meadow, <br>On the prairie full of blossoms. <br>"See! a star falls!" said the people; <br>"From the sky a star is falling!"<br> There among the ferns and mosses, <br>There among the prairie lilies, <br>On the Muskoday, the meadow, <br>In the moonlight and the starlight, <br>Fair Nokomis bore a daughter. <br>And she called her name Wenonah, <br>As the first-born of her daughters.<br>And the daughter of Nokomis <br>Grew up like the prairie lilies, <br>Grew a tall and slender maiden,<br>With the beauty of the moonlight, <br>With the beauty of the starlight.<br> And Nokomis warned her often, <br>Saying oft, and oft repeating, <br>"Oh, beware of Mudjekeewis, <br>Of the West-Wind, Mudjekeewis; <br>Listen not to what he tells you; <br>Lie not down upon the meadow, <br>Stoop not down among the lilies,<br>Lest the West-Wind come and harm you!"<br> But she heeded not the warning, <br>Heeded not those words of wisdom, <br>And the West-Wind came at evening, <br>Walking lightly o'er the prairie, <br>Whispering to the leaves and blossoms, <br>Bending low the flowers and grasses, <br>Found the beautiful Wenonah, <br>Lying there among the lilies, <br>Wooed her with his words of sweetness, <br>Wooed her with his soft caresses, <br>Till she bore a son in sorrow, <br>Bore a son of love and sorrow.<br> Thus was born my Hiawatha, <br>Thus was born the child of wonder; <br>But the daughter of Nokomis, <br>Hiawatha's gentle mother,<br>In her anguish died deserted <br>By the West-Wind, false and faithless, <br>By the heartless Mudjekeewis.<br> For her daughter long and loudly <br>Wailed and wept the sad Nokomis; <br>"Oh that I were dead!" she murmured, <br>"Oh that I were dead, as thou art! <br>No more work, and no more weeping, <br>Wahonowin! Wahonowin!"<br> By the shores of Gitche Gumee, <br>By the shining Big-Sea-Water, <br>Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, <br>Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. <br>Dark behind it rose the forest, <br>Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, <br>Rose the firs with cones upon them; <br>Bright before it beat the water, <br>Beat the clear and sunny water, <br>Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.<br> There the wrinkled old Nokomis <br>Nursed the little Hiawatha, <br>Rocked him in his linden cradle, <br>Bedded soft in moss and rushes, <br>Safely bound with reindeer sinews; <br>Stilled his fretful wail by saying, <br>"Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!" <br>Lulled him into slumber, singing, <br>"Ewa-yea! my little owlet! <br>Who is this, that lights the wigwam? <br>With his great eyes lights the wigwam? <br>Ewa-yea! my little owlet!"<br> Many things Nokomis taught him <br>Of the stars that shine in heaven; <br>Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, <br>Ishkoodah, with fiery tresses; <br>Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, <br>Warriors with their plumes and war-clubs, <br>Flaring far away to northward <br>In the frosty nights of Winter; <br>Showed the broad white road in heaven, <br>Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, <br>Running straight across the heavens, <br>Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows.<br> At the door on summer evenings <br>Sat the little Hiawatha; <br>Heard the whispering of the pine-trees, <br>Heard the lapping of the waters,<br>Sounds of music, words of wonder; <br>'Minne-wawa!" said the Pine-trees, <br>Mudway-aushka!" said the water.<br> Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, <br>Flitting through the dusk of evening, <br>With the twinkle of its candle <br>Lighting up the brakes and bushes, <br>And he sang the song of children, <br>Sang the song Nokomis taught him: <br>"Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, <br>Little, flitting, white-fire insect, <br>Little, dancing, white-fire creature, <br>Light me with your little candle, <br>Ere upon my bed I lay me, <br>Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!"<br> Saw the moon rise from the water <br>Rippling, rounding from the water, <br>Saw the flecks and shadows on it, <br>Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" <br>And the good Nokomis answered: <br>"Once a warrior, very angry, <br>Seized his grandmother, and threw her <br>Up into the sky at midnight; <br>Right against the moon he threw her; <br>'T is her body that you see there."<br> Saw the rainbow in the heaven, <br>In the eastern sky, the rainbow, <br>Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" <br>And the good Nokomis answered: <br>"'T is the heaven of flowers you see there; <br>All the wild-flowers of the forest, <br>All the lilies of the prairie, <br>When on earth they fade and perish, <br>Blossom in that heaven above us."<br> When he heard the owls at midnight, <br>Hooting, laughing in the forest, <br>'What is that?" he cried in terror, <br>"What is that," he said, "Nokomis?"<br>And the good Nokomis answered: <br>"That is but the owl and owlet,<br>Talking in their native language, <br>Talking, scolding at each other."<br> Then the little Hiawatha <br>Learned of every bird its language, <br>Learned their names and all their secrets, <br>How they built their nests in Summer, <br>Where they hid themselves in Winter, <br>Talked with them whene'er he met them, <br>Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens."<br> Of all beasts he learned the language, <br>Learned their names and all their secrets, <br>How the beavers built their lodges, <br>Where the squirrels hid their acorns, <br>How the reindeer ran so swiftly, <br>Why the rabbit was so timid, <br>Talked with them whene'er he met them, <br>Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers."<br> Then Iagoo, the great boaster, <br>He the marvellous story-teller, <br>He the traveller and the talker, <br>He the friend of old Nokomis, <br>Made a bow for Hiawatha; <br>From a branch of ash he made it, <br>From an oak-bough made the arrows, <br>Tipped with flint, and winged with feathers, <br>And the cord he made of deer-skin.<br> Then he said to Hiawatha: <br>"Go, my son, into the forest, <br>Where the red deer herd together, <br>Kill for us a famous roebuck, <br>Kill for us a deer with antlers!"<br> Forth into the forest straightway <br>All alone walked Hiawatha <br>Proudly, with his bow and arrows; <br>And the birds sang round him, o'er him, <br>"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!"<br>Sang the robin, the Opechee, <br>Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, <br>"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!"<br> Up the oak-tree, close beside him, <br>Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, <br>In and out among the branches, <br>Coughed and chattered from the oak-tree, <br>Laughed, and said between his laughing, <br>"Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!"<br> And the rabbit from his pathway <br>Leaped aside, and at a distance <br>Sat erect upon his haunches, <br>Half in fear and half in frolic, <br>Saying to the little hunter, <br>"Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!"<br> But he heeded not, nor heard them, <br>For his thoughts were with the red deer; <br>On their tracks his eyes were fastened, <br>Leading downward to the river, <br>To the ford across the river,<br>And as one in slumber walked he. <br> Hidden in the alder-bushes,<br>There he waited till the deer came, <br>Till he saw two antlers lifted, <br>Saw two eyes look from the thicket, <br>Saw two nostrils point to windward, <br>And a deer came down the pathway, <br>Flecked with leafy light and shadow. <br>And his heart within him fluttered, <br>Trembled like the leaves above him, <br>Like the birch-leaf palpitated, <br>As the deer came down the pathway.<br> Then, upon one knee uprising, <br>Hiawatha aimed an arrow; <br>Scarce a twig moved with his motion, <br>Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, <br>But the wary roebuck started, <br>Stamped with all his hoofs together,<br>Listened with one foot uplifted, <br>Leaped as if to meet the arrow; <br>Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, <br>Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him!<br> Dead he lay there in the forest, <br>By the ford across the river; <br>Beat his timid heart no longer, <br>But the heart of Hiawatha <br>Throbbed and shouted and exulted, <br>As he bore the red deer homeward, <br>And Iagoo and Nokomis <br>Hailed his coming with applauses.<br> From the red deer's hide Nokomis <br>Made a cloak for Hiawatha, <br>From the red deer's flesh Nokomis <br>Made a banquet to his honor. <br>All the village came and feasted, <br>All the guests praised Hiawatha, <br>Called him Strong-Heart, Soan-ge-taha! <br>Called him Loon-Heart, Mahn-go-taysee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409476" data-title="Hiawatha's Childhood de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell Nokomis, Fell the beautiful Nokomis, She a wife, but not a mother. 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