"Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine, In the Moon when nights are brightest? "Onaway! my heart sings to thee, Sings with joy when thou art near me, As the sighing, singing branches In the pleasant Moon of Strawberries! "When thou art not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! "When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers. "Smiles the earth, and smile the waters, Smile the cloudless skies above us, But I lose the way of smiling When thou art no longer near me ! "I myself, myself! behold me! Blood of my beating heart, behold me! O awake, awake, beloved! Onaway! awake, beloved!" Thus the gentle Chibiabos Sang his song of love and longing; Jealous of the sweet musician, Very boastful was Iagoo; Would you listen to his boasting, Half so far and high as he had; Ever trapped so many beaver! None could run so fast as he could, None could dive so deep as he could, None had made so many journeys, Thus his name became a by-word And a jest among the people; He it was who carved the cradle Carved its framework out of linden, And the arrows of the oak-tree. Sat the marvellous story-teller. "You shall hear a tale of wonder, You shall hear the strange adventures Of Osseo, the Magician, From the Evening Star descended." XII. THE SON OF THE EVENING STAR CAN it be the sun descending Yes; it is the sun descending, Sinking down into the water; With its blood the waves are reddened! Melts and trembles through the purple, Hangs suspended in the twilight. This with joy beheld Iagoo You shall hear a tale of wonder, Hear the story of Osseo, Son of the Evening Star, Osseo! "Once, in days no more remembered, Ages nearer the beginning, When the heavens were closer to us, In the North-land lived a hunter, "All these women married warriors, Married brave and haughty husbands; Only Oweenee, the youngest, Laughed and flouted all her lovers, All her young and handsome suitors, And then married old Osseo, Old Osseo, poor and ugly, Broken with age and weak with coughing, Always coughing like a squirrel. "Ah, but beautiful within him Was the spirit of Osseo, From the Evening Star descended, |