The loves and heroines of the poets . t blessed himself he wasnt deaf when once her voice she raised. 461 462 LOVES AND HEROINES, And evermore Im whistling or lilting what jou sung,Your smile ia always in my heart, your name beside my tongue;But youve as many sweethearts as youd count on both your hands,And for myself theres not a thumb or little finger stands. O, you re the flower o womankind in country or in town ; The higher I exalt you, the lower Im cast down. If some great lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright. And you to be his lady, I d own it was but right. O might we l
The loves and heroines of the poets . t blessed himself he wasnt deaf when once her voice she raised. 461 462 LOVES AND HEROINES, And evermore Im whistling or lilting what jou sung,Your smile ia always in my heart, your name beside my tongue;But youve as many sweethearts as youd count on both your hands,And for myself theres not a thumb or little finger stands. O, you re the flower o womankind in country or in town ; The higher I exalt you, the lower Im cast down. If some great lord should come this way, and see your beauty bright. And you to be his lady, I d own it was but right. O might we live together in a lofty palace joyful music rises, and where scarlet curtains fall!O might we live together in a cottage mean and sods of grass the only roof, and mud the only wall! O lovely Mary Donnelly, your beauty s my distress. Its far too beauteous to be mine, but IU never wish it less. The proudest place would fit your face, and I m too poor and low; But blessings be about you, dear, wherever you may go !. // Za^?^aLi> HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. f The Song of Hiaiodthay 1855.]Hiawathas wooing. At the doorway of his wigwamSat the ancient AiTow-maker,In the land of the Dacotahs,Making arrow-heads of jasper,AiTow-heads of his side, in all her the lovely Minneliaha,Sat his daughter. Laughing Water,Plaiting mats of flags and rushes;Of the past the old mans thoughts were,And the maidens of the future. He was thinking, as he sat the days when with such arrowsHe had struck the deer and the Muskoday, the meadow ;Shot the wild goose, flying the wing, the clamorous VVawa ;Thinking of the great war-parties,How they came to l)uy his arrows,Could not tight without his , no more such noljle warriorsCould be found on earth as they were ; 464 LOVES AND HEROINES. Now the men were all like women,Only used their tongues for weapons! She was tliinking of a hunter,From another tribe and country,Young an
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