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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409809" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The White Man's Foot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his lodge beside a river,<br>Close beside a frozen river,<br>Sat an old man, sad and lonely.<br>White his hair was as a snow-drift;<br>Dull and low his fire was burning,<br>And the old man shook and trembled,<br>Folded in his Waubewyon,<br>In his tattered white-skin-wrapper,<br>Hearing nothing but the tempest<br>As it roared along the forest,<br>Seeing nothing but the snow-storm,<br>As it whirled and hissed and drifted.<br> All the coals were white with ashes,<br>And the fire was slowly dying,<br>As a young man, walking lightly,<br>At the open doorway entered.<br>Red with blood of youth his cheeks were,<br>Soft his eyes, as stars In Spring-time,<br>Bound his forehead was with grasses;<br>Bound and plumed with scented grasses,<br>On his lips a smile of beauty,<br>Filling all the lodge with sunshine,<br>In his hand a bunch of blossoms<br>Filling all the lodge with sweetness.<br> "Ah, my son!" exclaimed the old man,<br>"Happy are my eyes to see you.<br>Sit here on the mat beside me,<br>Sit here by the dying embers,<br>Let us pass the night together,<br>Tell me of your strange adventures,<br>Of the lands where you have travelled;<br>I will tell you of my prowess,<br>Of my many deeds of wonder."<br> From his pouch he drew his peace-pipe,<br>Very old and strangely fashioned;<br>Made of red stone was the pipe-head,<br>And the stem a reed with feathers;<br>Filled the pipe with bark of willow,<br>Placed a burning coal upon it,<br>Gave it to his guest, the stranger,<br>And began to speak in this wise:<br>"When I blow my breath about me,<br>When I breathe upon the landscape,<br>Motionless are all the rivers,<br>Hard as stone becomes the water!"<br> And the young man answered, smiling:<br>"When I blow my breath about me,<br>When I breathe upon the landscape,<br>Flowers spring up o'er all the meadows,<br>Singing, onward rush the rivers!"<br> "When I shake my hoary tresses,"<br>Said the old man darkly frowning,<br>"All the land with snow is covered;<br>All the leaves from all the branches<br>Fall and fade and die and wither,<br>For I breathe, and lo! they are not.<br>From the waters and the marshes,<br>Rise the wild goose and the heron,<br>Fly away to distant regions,<br>For I speak, and lo! they are not.<br>And where'er my footsteps wander,<br>All the wild beasts of the forest<br>Hide themselves in holes and caverns,<br>And the earth becomes as flintstone!"<br> "When I shake my flowing ringlets,"<br>Said the young man, softly laughing,<br>"Showers of rain fall warm and welcome,<br>Plants lift up their heads rejoicing,<br>Back Into their lakes and marshes<br>Come the wild goose and the heron,<br>Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow,<br>Sing the bluebird and the robin,<br>And where'er my footsteps wander,<br>All the meadows wave with blossoms,<br>All the woodlands ring with music,<br>All the trees are dark with foliage!"<br> While they spake, the night departed:<br>From the distant realms of Wabun,<br>From his shining lodge of silver,<br>Like a warrior robed and painted,<br>Came the sun, and said, "Behold me<br>Gheezis, the great sun, behold me!"<br> Then the old man's tongue was speechless<br>And the air grew warm and pleasant,<br>And upon the wigwam sweetly<br>Sang the bluebird and the robin,<br>And the stream began to murmur,<br>And a scent of growing grasses<br>Through the lodge was gently wafted.<br> And Segwun, the youthful stranger,<br>More distinctly in the daylight<br>Saw the icy face before him;<br>It was Peboan, the Winter!<br> From his eyes the tears were flowing,<br>As from melting lakes the streamlets,<br>And his body shrunk and dwindled<br>As the shouting sun ascended,<br>Till into the air it faded,<br>Till into the ground it vanished,<br>And the young man saw before him,<br>On the hearth-stone of the wigwam,<br>Where the fire had smoked and smouldered,<br>Saw the earliest flower of Spring-time,<br>Saw the Beauty of the Spring-time,<br>Saw the Miskodeed in blossom.<br> Thus it was that in the North-land<br>After that unheard-of coldness,<br>That intolerable Winter,<br>Came the Spring with all its splendor,<br>All its birds and all its blossoms,<br>All its flowers and leaves and grasses.<br> Sailing on the wind to northward,<br>Flying in great flocks, like arrows,<br>Like huge arrows shot through heaven,<br>Passed the swan, the Mahnahbezee,<br>Speaking almost as a man speaks;<br>And in long lines waving, bending<br>Like a bow-string snapped asunder,<br>Came the white goose, Waw-be-wawa;<br>And in pairs, or singly flying,<br>Mahng the loon, with clangorous pinions,<br>The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,<br>And the grouse, the Mushkodasa.<br> In the thickets and the meadows<br>Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa,<br>On the summit of the lodges<br>Sang the robin, the Opechee,<br>In the covert of the pine-trees<br>Cooed the pigeon, the Omemee;<br>And the sorrowing Hiawatha,<br>Speechless in his infinite sorrow,<br>Heard their voices calling to him,<br>Went forth from his gloomy doorway,<br>Stood and gazed into the heaven,<br>Gazed upon the earth and waters.<br> From his wanderings far to eastward,<br>From the regions of the morning,<br>From the shining land of Wabun,<br>Homeward now returned Iagoo,<br>The great traveller, the great boaster,<br>Full of new and strange adventures,<br>Marvels many and many wonders.<br> And the people of the village<br>Listened to him as he told them<br>Of his marvellous adventures,<br>Laughing answered him in this wise:<br>"Ugh! it is indeed Iagoo!<br>No one else beholds such wonders!"<br> He had seen, he said, a water<br>Bigger than the Big-Sea-Water,<br>Broader than the Gitche Gumee,<br>Bitter so that none could drink it!<br>At each other looked the warriors,<br>Looked the women at each other,<br>Smiled, and said, "It cannot be so!"<br>Kaw!" they said, it cannot be so!"<br> O'er it, said he, o'er this water<br>Came a great canoe with pinions,<br>A canoe with wings came flying,<br>Bigger than a grove of pine-trees,<br>Taller than the tallest tree-tops!<br>And the old men and the women<br>Looked and tittered at each other;<br>"Kaw!" they said, "we don't believe it!"<br> From its mouth, he said, to greet him,<br>Came Waywassimo, the lightning,<br>Came the thunder, Annemeekee!<br>And the warriors and the women<br>Laughed aloud at poor Iagoo;<br>"Kaw!" they said, "what tales you tell us!"<br> In it, said he, came a people,<br>In the great canoe with pinions<br>Came, he said, a hundred warriors;<br>Painted white were all their faces<br>And with hair their chins were covered!<br>And the warriors and the women<br>Laughed and shouted in derision,<br>Like the ravens on the tree-tops,<br>Like the crows upon the hemlocks.<br>"Kaw!" they said, "what lies you tell us!<br>Do not think that we believe them!"<br> Only Hiawatha laughed not,<br>But he gravely spake and answered<br>To their jeering and their jesting:<br>"True is all Iagoo tells us;<br>I have seen it in a vision,<br>Seen the great canoe with pinions,<br>Seen the people with white faces,<br>Seen the coming of this bearded<br>People of the wooden vessel<br>From the regions of the morning,<br>From the shining land of Wabun.<br> "Gitche Manito, the Mighty,<br>The Great Spirit, the Creator,<br>Sends them hither on his errand.<br>Sends them to us with his message.<br>Wheresoe'er they move, before them<br>Swarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo,<br>Swarms the bee, the honey-maker;<br>Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them<br>Springs a flower unknown among us,<br>Springs the White-man's Foot in blossom.<br> "Let us welcome, then, the strangers,<br>Hail them as our friends and brothers,<br>And the heart's right hand of friendship<br>Give them when they come to see us.<br>Gitche Manito, the Mighty,<br>Said this to me in my vision.<br> "I beheld, too, in that vision<br>All the secrets of the future,<br>Of the distant days that shall be.<br>I beheld the westward marches<br>Of the unknown, crowded nations.<br>All the land was full of people,<br>Restless, struggling, toiling, striving,<br>Speaking many tongues, yet feeling<br>But one heart-beat in their bosoms.<br>In the woodlands rang their axes,<br>Smoked their towns in all the valleys,<br>Over all the lakes and rivers<br>Rushed their great canoes of thunder.<br> "Then a darker, drearier vision<br>Passed before me, vague and cloud-like;<br>I beheld our nation scattered,<br>All forgetful of my counsels,<br>Weakened, warring with each other:<br>Saw the remnants of our people<br>Sweeping westward, wild and woful,<br>Like the cloud-rack of a tempest,<br>Like the withered leaves of Autumn!"</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=409809" data-title="The White Man's Foot de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. 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