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Longfellow: The Song of Hiawatha, The Song of Hiawatha - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

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By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Passed the bees, the honey-makers, Burning, singing in the sunshine.   Bright above him shone the heavens, Level spread the lake before him; From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; On its margin the great forest Stood reflected in the water, Every tree-top had its shadow, Motionless beneath the water.   From the brow of Hiawatha Gone was every trace of sorrow, As the fog from off the water, As the mist from off the meadow. With a smile of joy and triumph, With a look of exultation, As of one who in a vision Sees what is to be, but is not, Stood and waited Hiawatha.   Toward the sun his hands were lifted, Both the palms spread o

Longfellow: The Song of Hiawatha, The Song of Hiawatha - HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A Maine Historical Society Website https://www.hwlongfellow.org/poems_poem.php?pid=296 Print Search List All Poems The Song of Hiawatha XXII. Hiawatha's Departure By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward toward the neighboring forest Passed in golden swarms the

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