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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409773" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Hiawatha II: The Four Winds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!' <br>Cried the warriors, cried the old men, <br>When he came in triumph homeward <br>With the sacred Belt of Wampum, <br>From the regions of the North-Wind, <br>From the kingdom of Wabasso, <br>From the land of the White Rabbit.<br>He had stolen the Belt of Wampum <br>From the neck of Mishe-Mokwa, <br>From the Great Bear of the mountains, <br>From the terror of the nations, <br>As he lay asleep and cumbrous <br>On the summit of the mountains, <br>Like a rock with mosses on it, <br>Spotted brown and gray with mosses.<br>Silently he stole upon him <br>Till the red nails of the monster <br>Almost touched him, almost scared him, <br>Till the hot breath of his nostrils <br>Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis, <br>As he drew the Belt of Wampum <br>Over the round ears, that heard not, <br>Over the small eyes, that saw not, <br>Over the long nose and nostrils, <br>The black muffle of the nostrils, <br>Out of which the heavy breathing <br>Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis.<br>Then he swung aloft his war-club, <br>Shouted loud and long his war-cry, <br>Smote the mighty Mishe-Mokwa<br>In the middle of the forehead, <br>Right between the eyes he smote him.<br>With the heavy blow bewildered, <br>Rose the Great Bear of the mountains; <br>But his knees beneath him trembled, <br>And he whimpered like a woman, <br>As he reeled and staggered forward, <br>As he sat upon his haunches; <br>And the mighty Mudjekeewis, <br>Standing fearlessly before him, <br>Taunted him in loud derision, <br>Spake disdainfully in this wise:<br>'Hark you, Bear! you are a coward; <br>And no Brave, as you pretended; <br>Else you would not cry and whimper <br>Like a miserable woman! <br>Bear! you know our tribes are hostile, <br>Long have been at war together; <br>Now you find that we are strongest, <br>You go sneaking in the forest, <br>You go hiding in the mountains! <br>Had you conquered me in battle <br>Not a groan would I have uttered; <br>But you, Bear! sit here and whimper, <br>And disgrace your tribe by crying, <br>Like a wretched Shaugodaya, <br>Like a cowardly old woman!'<br>Then again he raised his war-club, <br>Smote again the Mishe-Mokwa <br>In the middle of his forehead, <br>Broke his skull, as ice is broken <br>When one goes to fish in Winter. <br>Thus was slain the Mishe-Mokwa, <br>He the Great Bear of the mountains, <br>He the terror of the nations.<br>'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!' <br>With a shout exclaimed the people, <br>'Honor be to Mudjekeewis!<br>Henceforth he shall be the West-Wind, <br>And hereafter and forever <br>Shall he hold supreme dominion <br>Over all the winds of heaven. <br>Call him no more Mudjekeewis, <br>Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!'<br>Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen <br>Father of the Winds of Heaven. <br>For himself he kept the West-Wind, <br>Gave the others to his children; <br>Unto Wabun gave the East-Wind, <br>Gave the South to Shawondasee, <br>And the North-Wind, wild and cruel, <br>To the fierce Kabibonokka.<br>Young and beautiful was Wabun; <br>He it was who brought the morning, <br>He it was whose silver arrows <br>Chased the dark o'er hill and valley; <br>He it was whose cheeks were painted <br>With the brightest streaks of crimson, <br>And whose voice awoke the village, <br>Called the deer, and called the hunter.<br>Lonely in the sky was Wabun; <br>Though the birds sang gayly to him, <br>Though the wild-flowers of the meadow <br>Filled the air with odors for him; <br>Though the forests and the rivers <br>Sang and shouted at his coming, <br>Still his heart was sad within him, <br>For he was alone in heaven.<br>But one morning, gazing earthward, <br>While the village still was sleeping, <br>And the fog lay on the river, <br>Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise, <br>He beheld a maiden walking <br>All alone upon a meadow, <br>Gathering water-flags and rushes <br>By a river in the meadow.<br>Every morning, gazing earthward, <br>Still the first thing he beheld there <br>Was her blue eyes looking at him, <br>Two blue lakes among the rushes. <br>And he loved the lonely maiden, <br>Who thus waited for his coming; <br>For they both were solitary, <br>She on earth and he in heaven.<br>And he wooed her with caresses, <br>Wooed her with his smile of sunshine, <br>With his flattering words he wooed her, <br>With his sighing and his singing, <br>Gentlest whispers in the branches, <br>Softest music, sweetest odors, <br>Till he drew her to his bosom, <br>Folded in his robes of crimson, <br>Till into a star he changed her, <br>Trembling still upon his bosom; <br>And forever in the heavens <br>They are seen together walking, <br>Wabun and the Wabun-Annung, <br>Wabun and the Star of Morning.<br>But the fierce Kabibonokka <br>Had his dwelling among icebergs, <br>In the everlasting snow-drifts, <br>In the kingdom of Wabasso, <br>In the land of the White Rabbit. <br>He it was whose hand in Autumn <br>Painted all the trees with scarlet, <br>Stained the leaves with red and yellow; <br>He it was who sent the snow-flake, <br>Sifting, hissing through the forest, <br>Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers, <br>Drove the loon and sea-gull southward, <br>Drove the cormorant and curlew <br>To their nests of sedge and sea-tang <br>In the realms of Shawondasee.<br>Once the fierce Kabibonokka<br>Issued from his lodge of snow-drifts <br>From his home among the icebergs, <br>And his hair, with snow besprinkled, <br>Streamed behind him like a river, <br>Like a black and wintry river, <br>As he howled and hurried southward, <br>Over frozen lakes and moorlands.<br>There among the reeds and rushes <br>Found he Shingebis, the diver, <br>Trailing strings of fish behind him, <br>O'er the frozen fens and moorlands, <br>Lingering still among the moorlands, <br>Though his tribe had long departed <br>To the land of Shawondasee.<br>Cried the fierce Kabibonokka, <br>'Who is this that dares to brave me? <br>Dares to stay in my dominions, <br>When the Wawa has departed, <br>When the wild-goose has gone southward, <br>And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, <br>Long ago departed southward? <br>I will go into his wigwam,<br>I will put his smouldering fire out!' <br>And at night Kabibonokka,<br>To the lodge came wild and wailing, <br>Heaped the snow in drifts about it, <br>Shouted down into the smoke-flue, <br>Shook the lodge-poles in his fury, <br>Flapped the curtain of the door-way. <br>Shingebis, the diver, feared not, <br>Shingebis, the diver, cared not; <br>Four great logs had he for firewood, <br>One for each moon of the winter, <br>And for food the fishes served him.<br>By his blazing fire he sat there, <br>Warm and merry, eating, laughing, <br>Singing, 'O Kabibonokka, <br>You are but my fellow-mortal!'<br>Then Kabibonokka entered, <br>And though Shingebis, the diver, <br>Felt his presence by the coldness, <br>Felt his icy breath upon him, <br>Still he did not cease his singing, <br>Still he did not leave his laughing, <br>Only turned the log a little, <br>Only made the fire burn brighter, <br>Made the sparks fly up the smoke-flue.<br>From Kabibonokka's forehead, <br>From his snow-besprinkled tresses, <br>Drops of sweat fell fast and heavy, <br>Making dints upon the ashes, <br>As along the eaves of lodges, <br>As from drooping boughs of hemlock, <br>Drips the melting snow in spring-time, <br>Making hollows in the snow-drifts.<br>Till at last he rose defeated, <br>Could not bear the heat and laughter, <br>Could not bear the merry singing, <br>But rushed headlong through the door-way, <br>Stamped upon the crusted snow-drifts, <br>Stamped upon the lakes and rivers, <br>Made the snow upon them harder, <br>Made the ice upon them thicker, <br>Challenged Shingebis, the diver, <br>To come forth and wrestle with him, <br>To come forth and wrestle naked <br>On the frozen fens and moorlands.<br>Forth went Shingebis, the diver, <br>Wrestled all night with the North-Wind, <br>Wrestled naked on the moorlands <br>With the fierce Kabibonokka,<br>Till his panting breath grew fainter, <br>Till his frozen grasp grew feebler, <br>Till he reeled and staggered backward, <br>And retreated, baffled, beaten,<br>To the kingdom of Wabasso, <br>To the land of the White Rabbit, <br>Hearing still the gusty laughter, <br>Hearing Shingebis, the diver, <br>Singing, 'O Kabibonokka, <br>You are but my fellow-mortal!'<br>Shawondasee, fat and lazy, <br>Had his dwelling far to southward, <br>In the drowsy, dreamy sunshine, <br>In the never-ending Summer. <br>He it was who sent the wood-birds, <br>Sent the robin, the Opechee, <br>Sent the bluebird, the Owaissa, <br>Sent the Shawshaw, sent the swallow, <br>Sent the wild-goose, Wawa, northward, <br>Sent the melons and tobacco, <br>And the grapes in purple clusters.<br>From his pipe the smoke ascending <br>Filled the sky with haze and vapor, <br>Filled the air with dreamy softness, <br>Gave a twinkle to the water, <br>Touched the rugged hills with smoothness, <br>Brought the tender Indian Summer <br>To the melancholy north-land, <br>In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes.<br>Listless, careless Shawondasee! <br>In his life he had one shadow, <br>In his heart one sorrow had he. <br>Once, as he was gazing northward, <br>Far away upon a prairie <br>He beheld a maiden standing, <br>Saw a tall and slender maiden <br>All alone upon a prairie; <br>Brightest green were all her garments, <br>And her hair was like the sunshine.<br>Day by day he gazed upon her, <br>Day by day he sighed with passion, <br>Day by day his heart within him <br>Grew more hot with love and longing<br>For the maid with yellow tresses. <br>But he was too fat and lazy <br>To bestir himself and woo her. <br>Yes, too indolent and easy <br>To pursue her and persuade her; <br>So he only gazed upon her, <br>Only sat and sighed with passion <br>For the maiden of the prairie.<br>Till one morning, looking northward, <br>He beheld her yellow tresses <br>Changed and covered o'er with whiteness, <br>Covered as with whitest snow-flakes. <br>'Ah! my brother from the North-land, <br>From the kingdom of Wabasso, <br>From the land of the White Rabbit! <br>You have stolen the maiden from me, <br>You have laid your hand upon her, <br>You have wooed and won my maiden, <br>With your stories of the North-land!'<br>Thus the wretched Shawondasee <br>Breathed into the air his sorrow; <br>And the South-Wind o'er the prairie <br>Wandered warm with sighs of passion, <br>With the sighs of Shawondasee, <br>Till the air seemed full of snow-flakes, <br>Full of thistle-down the prairie, <br>And the maid with hair like sunshine <br>Vanished from his sight forever; <br>Never more did Shawondasee <br>See the maid with yellow tresses!<br>Poor, deluded Shawondasee!<br>'T was no woman that you gazed at, <br>'T was no maiden that you sighed for, <br>'T was the prairie dandelion <br>That through all the dreamy Summer <br>You had gazed at with such longing, <br>You had sighed for with such passion, <br>And had puffed away forever,<br>Blown into the air with sighing. <br>Ah! deluded Shawondasee!<br>Thus the Four Winds were divided <br>Thus the sons of Mudjekeewis <br>Had their stations in the heavens, <br>At the corners of the heavens; <br>For himself the West-Wind only <br>Kept the mighty Mudjekeewis.</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>
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Cried the warriors, cried the old men, 
When he came in triumph homeward 
With the sacred Belt of Wampum, 
From the regions of the North-Wind, 
From the kingdom of Wabasso, 
From the land of the White Rabbit.
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