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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409781" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, <br>How the handsome Yenadizze <br>Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; <br>How the gentle Chibiabos, <br>He the sweetest of musicians, <br>Sang his songs of love and longing; <br>How Iagoo, the great boaster, <br>He the marvellous story-teller, <br>Told his tales of strange adventure, <br>That the feast might be more joyous, <br>That the time might pass more gayly, <br>And the guests be more contented.<br>Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis <br>Made at Hiawatha's wedding; <br>All the bowls were made of bass-wood, <br>White and polished very smoothly, <br>All the spoons of horn of bison, <br>Black and polished very smoothly.<br>She had sent through all the village <br>Messengers with wands of willow, <br>As a sign of invitation,<br>As a token of the feasting;<br>And the wedding guests assembled, <br>Clad in all their richest raiment, <br>Robes of fur and belts of wampum, <br>Splendid with their paint and plumage, <br>Beautiful with beads and tassels.<br>First they ate the sturgeon, Nahma, <br>And the pike, the Maskenozha, <br>Caught and cooked by old Nokomis; <br>Then on pemican they feasted, <br>Pemican and buffalo marrow, <br>Haunch of deer and hump of bison, <br>Yellow cakes of the Mondamin, <br>And the wild rice of the river.<br>But the gracious Hiawatha, <br>And the lovely Laughing Water, <br>And the careful old Nokomis, <br>Tasted not the food before them, <br>Only waited on the others<br>Only served their guests in silence.<br>And when all the guests had finished, <br>Old Nokomis, brisk and busy, <br>From an ample pouch of otter, <br>Filled the red-stone pipes for smoking <br>With tobacco from the South-land, <br>Mixed with bark of the red willow, <br>And with herbs and leaves of fragrance.<br>Then she said, 'O Pau-Puk-Keewis, <br>Dance for us your merry dances, <br>Dance the Beggar's Dance to please us, <br>That the feast may be more joyous, <br>That the time may pass more gayly, <br>And our guests be more contented!'<br>Then the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis, <br>He the idle Yenadizze, <br>He the merry mischief-maker, <br>Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, <br>Rose among the guests assembled.<br>Skilled was he in sports and pastimes, <br>In the merry dance of snow-shoes, <br>In the play of quoits and ball-play; <br>Skilled was he in games of hazard, <br>In all games of skill and hazard, <br>Pugasaing, the Bowl and Counters, <br>Kuntassoo, the Game of Plum-stones. <br>Though the warriors called him Faint-Heart, <br>Called him coward, Shaugodaya, <br>Idler, gambler, Yenadizze,<br>Little heeded he their jesting, <br>Little cared he for their insults, <br>For the women and the maidens <br>Loved the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis.<br>He was dressed in shirt of doeskin, <br>White and soft, and fringed with ermine, <br>All inwrought with beads of wampum; <br>He was dressed in deer-skin leggings,<br>Fringed with hedgehog quills and ermine, <br>And in moccasins of buck-skin, <br>Thick with quills and beads embroidered. <br>On his head were plumes of swan's down, <br>On his heels were tails of foxes, <br>In one hand a fan of feathers, <br>And a pipe was in the other.<br>Barred with streaks of red and yellow, <br>Streaks of blue and bright vermilion, <br>Shone the face of Pau-Puk-Keewis. <br>From his forehead fell his tresses, <br>Smooth, and parted like a woman's, <br>Shining bright with oil, and plaited, <br>Hung with braids of scented grasses,<br>As among the guests assembled, <br>To the sound of flutes and singing, <br>To the sound of drums and voices, <br>Rose the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis, <br>And began his mystic dances.<br>First he danced a solemn measure, <br>Very slow in step and gesture, <br>In and out among the pine-trees, <br>Through the shadows and the sunshine, <br>Treading softly like a panther. <br>Then more swiftly and still swifter, <br>Whirling, spinning round in circles, <br>Leaping o'er the guests assembled, <br>Eddying round and round the wigwam, <br>Till the leaves went whirling with him, <br>Till the dust and wind together <br>Swept in eddies round about him.<br>Then along the sandy margin <br>Of the lake, the Big-Sea-Water, <br>On he sped with frenzied gestures,<br>Stamped upon the sand, and tossed it <br>Wildly in the air around him; <br>Till the wind became a whirlwind, <br>Till the sand was blown and sifted <br>Like great snowdrifts o'er the landscape, <br>Heaping all the shores with Sand Dunes, <br>Sand Hills of the Nagow Wudjoo!<br>Thus the merry Pau-Puk-Keewis <br>Danced his Beggar's Dance to please them, <br>And, returning, sat down laughing <br>There among the guests assembled, <br>Sat and fanned himself serenely <br>With his fan of turkey-feathers.<br>Then they said to Chibiabos, <br>To the friend of Hiawatha, <br>To the sweetest of all singers, <br>To the best of all musicians, <br>'Sing to us, O Chibiabos! <br>Songs of love and songs of longing, <br>That the feast may be more joyous, <br>That the time may pass more gayly, <br>And our guests be more contented!'<br>And the gentle Chibiabos <br>Sang in accents sweet and tender, <br>Sang in tones of deep emotion, <br>Songs of love and songs of longing; <br>Looking still at Hiawatha, <br>Looking at fair Laughing Water, <br>Sang he softly, sang in this wise:<br>'Onaway! Awake, beloved! <br>Thou the wild-flower of the forest! <br>Thou the wild-bird of the prairie! <br>Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like!<br>'If thou only lookest at me, <br>I am happy, I am happy, <br>As the lilies of the prairie, <br>When they feel the dew upon them!<br>'Sweet thy breath is as the fragrance <br>Of the wild-flowers in the morning, <br>As their fragrance is at evening, <br>In the Moon when leaves are falling.<br>'Does not all the blood within me <br>Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, <br>As the springs to meet the sunshine, <br>In the Moon when nights are brightest?<br>'Onaway! my heart sings to thee, <br>Sings with joy when thou art near me, <br>As the sighing, singing branches <br>In the pleasant Moon of Strawberries!<br>'When thou art not pleased, beloved, <br>Then my heart is sad and darkened, <br>As the shining river darkens <br>When the clouds drop shadows on it!<br>'When thou smilest, my beloved, <br>Then my troubled heart is brightened, <br>As in sunshine gleam the ripples <br>That the cold wind makes in rivers.<br>'Smiles the earth, and smile the waters, <br>Smile the cloudless skies above us, <br>But I lose the way of smiling <br>When thou art no longer near me!<br>'I myself, myself! behold me! <br>Blood of my beating heart, behold me! <br>Oh awake, awake, beloved! <br>Onaway! awake, beloved!'<br>Thus the gentle Chibiabos <br>Sang his song of love and longing; <br>And Iagoo, the great boaster, <br>He the marvellous story-teller, <br>He the friend of old Nokomis, <br>Jealous of the sweet musician, <br>Jealous of the applause they gave him, <br>Saw in all the eyes around him, <br>Saw in all their looks and gestures, <br>That the wedding guests assembled<br>Longed to hear his pleasant stories, <br>His immeasurable falsehoods.<br>Very boastful was Iagoo; <br>Never heard he an adventure <br>But himself had met a greater; <br>Never any deed of daring <br>But himself had done a bolder; <br>Never any marvellous story <br>But himself could tell a stranger.<br>Would you listen to his boasting, <br>Would you only give him credence, <br>No one ever shot an arrow <br>Half so far and high as he had; <br>Ever caught so many fishes, <br>Ever killed so many reindeer, <br>Ever trapped so many beaver!<br>None could run so fast as he could, <br>None could dive so deep as he could, <br>None could swim so far as he could; <br>None had made so many journeys, <br>None had seen so many wonders, <br>As this wonderful Iagoo,<br>As this marvellous story-teller! <br>Thus his name became a by-word<br>And a jest among the people; <br>And whene'er a boastful hunter <br>Praised his own address too highly, <br>Or a warrior, home returning, <br>Talked too much of his achievements, <br>All his hearers cried, 'Iagoo! <br>Here's Iagoo come among us!'<br>He it was who carved the cradle <br>Of the little Hiawatha, <br>Carved its framework out of linden, <br>Bound it strong with reindeer sinews; <br>He it was who taught him later <br>How to make his bows and arrows, <br>How to make the bows of ash-tree,<br>And the arrows of the oak-tree. <br>So among the guests assembled <br>At my Hiawatha's wedding <br>Sat Iagoo, old and ugly, <br>Sat the marvellous story-teller.<br>And they said, 'O good Iagoo, <br>Tell us now a tale of wonder, <br>Tell us of some strange adventure, <br>That the feast may be more joyous, <br>That the time may pass more gayly, <br>And our guests be more contented!'<br>And Iagoo answered straightway, <br>'You shall hear a tale of wonder, <br>You shall hear the strange adventures<br>Of Osseo, the Magician,<br>From the Evening Star descending.'</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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