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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hiawatha's Wooing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"As unto the bow the cord is, <br>So unto the man is woman; <br>Though she bends him, she obeys him, <br>Though she draws him, yet she follows; <br>Useless each without the other!"<br> Thus the youthful Hiawatha <br>Said within himself and pondered, <br>Much perplexed by various feelings, <br>Listless, longing, hoping, fearing, <br>Dreaming still of Minnehaha, <br>Of the lovely Laughing Water, <br>In the land of the Dacotahs.<br> "Wed a maiden of your people," <br>Warning said the old Nokomis; <br>"Go not eastward, go not westward, <br>For a stranger, whom we know not! <br>Like a fire upon the hearth-stone <br>Is a neighbor's homely daughter, <br>Like the starlight or the moonlight <br>Is the handsomest of strangers!"<br> Thus dissuading spake Nokomis, <br>And my Hiawatha answered <br>Only this: "Dear old Nokomis,<br>Very pleasant is the firelight, <br>But I like the starlight better, <br>Better do I like the moonlight!"<br> Gravely then said old Nokomis: <br>"Bring not here an idle maiden, <br>Bring not here a useless woman, <br>Hands unskilful, feet unwilling; <br>Bring a wife with nimble fingers, <br>Heart and hand that move together, <br>Feet that run on willing errands!"<br> Smiling answered Hiawatha: <br>'In the land of the Dacotahs <br>Lives the Arrow-maker's daughter, <br>Minnehaha, Laughing Water, <br>Handsomest of all the women. <br>I will bring her to your wigwam, <br>She shall run upon your errands, <br>Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight, <br>Be the sunlight of my people!"<br> Still dissuading said Nokomis: <br>"Bring not to my lodge a stranger <br>From the land of the Dacotahs! <br>Very fierce are the Dacotahs, <br>Often is there war between us, <br>There are feuds yet unforgotten, <br>Wounds that ache and still may open!"<br> Laughing answered Hiawatha: <br>"For that reason, if no other, <br>Would I wed the fair Dacotah, <br>That our tribes might be united, <br>That old feuds might be forgotten, <br>And old wounds be healed forever!"<br> Thus departed Hiawatha <br>To the land of the Dacotahs, <br>To the land of handsome women; <br>Striding over moor and meadow, <br>Through interminable forests, <br>Through uninterrupted silence.<br> With his moccasins of magic, <br>At each stride a mile he measured; <br>Yet the way seemed long before him, <br>And his heart outran his footsteps; <br>And he journeyed without resting, <br>Till he heard the cataract's laughter, <br>Heard the Falls of Minnehaha <br>Calling to him through the silence. <br>"Pleasant is the sound!" he murmured, <br>"Pleasant is the voice that calls me!"<br> On the outskirts of the forests, <br>'Twixt the shadow and the sunshine, <br>Herds of fallow deer were feeding, <br>But they saw not Hiawatha; <br>To his bow he whispered, "Fail not!"<br>To his arrow whispered, "Swerve not!" <br>Sent it singing on its errand,<br>To the red heart of the roebuck; <br>Threw the deer across his shoulder, <br>And sped forward without pausing.<br> At the doorway of his wigwam <br>Sat the ancient Arrow-maker, <br>In the land of the Dacotahs,<br>Making arrow-heads of jasper,<br>Arrow-heads of chalcedony.<br>At his side, in all her beauty, <br>Sat the lovely Minnehaha, <br>Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, <br>Plaiting mats of flags and rushes<br>Of the past the old man's thoughts were, <br>And the maiden's of the future.<br> He was thinking, as he sat there, <br>Of the days when with such arrows <br>He had struck the deer and bison, <br>On the Muskoday, the meadow; <br>Shot the wild goose, flying southward <br>On the wing, the clamorous Wawa; <br>Thinking of the great war-parties,<br>How they came to buy his arrows, <br>Could not fight without his arrows. <br>Ah, no more such noble warriors <br>Could be found on earth as they were! <br>Now the men were all like women, <br>Only used their tongues for weapons!<br> She was thinking of a hunter, <br>From another tribe and country, <br>Young and tall and very handsome, <br>Who one morning, in the Spring-time, <br>Came to buy her father's arrows, <br>Sat and rested in the wigwam, <br>Lingered long about the doorway, <br>Looking back as he departed. <br>She had heard her father praise him, <br>Praise his courage and his wisdom; <br>Would he come again for arrows <br>To the Falls of Minnehaha?<br>On the mat her hands lay idle, <br>And her eyes were very dreamy.<br> Through their thoughts they heard a footstep, <br>Heard a rustling in the branches, <br>And with glowing cheek and forehead, <br>With the deer upon his shoulders, <br>Suddenly from out the woodlands <br>Hiawatha stood before them.<br> Straight the ancient Arrow-maker <br>Looked up gravely from his labor, <br>Laid aside the unfinished arrow, <br>Bade him enter at the doorway, <br>Saying, as he rose to meet him, <br>'Hiawatha, you are welcome!"<br> At the feet of Laughing Water <br>Hiawatha laid his burden, <br>Threw the red deer from his shoulders; <br>And the maiden looked up at him, <br>Looked up from her mat of rushes,<br>Said with gentle look and accent, <br>"You are welcome, Hiawatha!"<br> Very spacious was the wigwam, <br>Made of deer-skins dressed and whitened, <br>With the Gods of the Dacotahs <br>Drawn and painted on its curtains, <br>And so tall the doorway, hardly <br>Hiawatha stooped to enter, <br>Hardly touched his eagle-feathers <br>As he entered at the doorway.<br> Then uprose the Laughing Water, <br>From the ground fair Minnehaha, <br>Laid aside her mat unfinished, <br>Brought forth food and set before them, <br>Water brought them from the brooklet, <br>Gave them food in earthen vessels, <br>Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood, <br>Listened while the guest was speaking, <br>Listened while her father answered, <br>But not once her lips she opened, <br>Not a single word she uttered.<br> Yes, as in a dream she listened <br>To the words of Hiawatha, <br>As he talked of old Nokomis, <br>Who had nursed him in his childhood, <br>As he told of his companions, <br>Chibiabos, the musician, <br>And the very strong man, Kwasind, <br>And of happiness and plenty <br>In the land of the Ojibways, <br>In the pleasant land and peaceful.<br> "After many years of warfare, <br>Many years of strife and bloodshed, <br>There is peace between the Ojibways <br>And the tribe of the Dacotahs." <br>Thus continued Hiawatha, <br>And then added, speaking slowly, <br>"That this peace may last forever,<br>And our hands be clasped more closely, <br>And our hearts be more united, <br>Give me as my wife this maiden, <br>Minnehaha, Laughing Water, <br>Loveliest of Dacotah women!"<br> And the ancient Arrow-maker <br>Paused a moment ere he answered, <br>Smoked a little while in silence, <br>Looked at Hiawatha proudly, <br>Fondly looked at Laughing Water, <br>And made answer very gravely: <br>"Yes, if Minnehaha wishes; <br>Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!"<br> And the lovely Laughing Water <br>Seemed more lovely as she stood there, <br>Neither willing nor reluctant, <br>As she went to Hiawatha, <br>Softly took the seat beside him, <br>While she said, and blushed to say it, <br>"I will follow you, my husband!"<br> This was Hiawatha's wooing! <br>Thus it was he won the daughter <br>Of the ancient Arrow-maker, <br>In the land of the Dacotahs!<br> From the wigwam he departed, <br>Leading with him Laughing Water; <br>Hand in hand they went together, <br>Through the woodland and the meadow, <br>Left the old man standing lonely <br>At the doorway of his wigwam, <br>Heard the Falls of Minnehaha <br>Calling to them from the distance, <br>Crying to them from afar off, <br>"Fare thee well, O Minnehaha!"<br> And the ancient Arrow-maker <br>Turned again unto his labor, <br>Sat down by his sunny doorway, <br>Murmuring to himself, and saying:<br>"Thus it is our daughters leave us, <br>Those we love, and those who love us! <br>Just when they have learned to help us, <br>When we are old and lean upon them, <br>Comes a youth with flaunting feathers, <br>With his flute of reeds, a stranger <br>Wanders piping through the village, <br>Beckons to the fairest maiden, <br>And she follows where he leads her, <br>Leaving all things for the stranger!"<br> Pleasant was the journey homeward, <br>Through interminable forests, <br>Over meadow, over mountain, <br>Over river, hill, and hollow. <br>Short it seemed to Hiawatha, <br>Though they journeyed very slowly, <br>Though his pace he checked and slackened <br>To the steps of Laughing Water.<br> Over wide and rushing rivers <br>In his arms he bore the maiden; <br>Light he thought her as a feather, <br>As the plume upon his head-gear; <br>Cleared the tangled pathway for her, <br>Bent aside the swaying branches, <br>Made at night a lodge of branches, <br>And a bed with boughs of hemlock, <br>And a fire before the doorway <br>With the dry cones of the pine-tree.<br> All the travelling winds went with them, <br>O'er the meadows, through the forest; <br>All the stars of night looked at them, <br>Watched with sleepless eyes their slumber; <br>From his ambush in the oak-tree <br>Peeped the squirrel, Adjidaumo, <br>Watched with eager eyes the lovers; <br>And the rabbit, the Wabasso, <br>Scampered from the path before them, <br>Peering, peeping from his burrow,<br>Sat erect upon his haunches, <br>Watched with curious eyes the lovers.<br> Pleasant was the journey homeward! <br>All the birds sang loud and sweetly <br>Songs of happiness and heart's-ease; <br>Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, <br>"Happy are you, Hiawatha, <br>Having such a wife to love you!" <br>Sang the robin, the Opechee, <br>"Happy are you, Laughing Water, <br>Having such a noble husband!"<br> From the sky the sun benignant <br>Looked upon them through the branches, <br>Saying to them, "O my children, <br>Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, <br>Life is checkered shade and sunshine, <br>Rule by love, O Hiawatha!"<br> From the sky the moon looked at them, <br>Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, <br>Whispered to them, "O my children, <br>Day is restless, night is quiet, <br>Man imperious, woman feeble; <br>Half is mine, although I follow; <br>Rule by patience, Laughing Water!"<br> Thus it was they journeyed homeward; <br>Thus it was that Hiawatha <br>To the lodge of old Nokomis <br>Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight, <br>Brought the sunshine of his people, <br>Minnehaha, Laughing Water, <br>Handsomest of all the women <br>In the land of the Dacotahs, <br>In the land of handsome women.</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=409484" data-title="Hiawatha's Wooing de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description=""As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows; Useless each without the other!" 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