The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

THE WOOING. 89
And Hayo-went-ha, ere lie drew
That magic Ghee-maun on the strand,
When rose the wigwam full to view
And all the love-enchanted land,
To see the maiden bending there
Her greening corn to tend and keep,
To mark the damsel's frugal care,
His heart did in his bosom leap.
And when her lowly door beside
She looked on him who waiting stood
With noble look of manly pride,
Him, Hayo-went-ha, great and good,
She felt again the yearnings draw ;
And in the sunset's failing gleam
She knew the chieftain-form she saw
Was he,
the mighty of her dream.
And seeing near the mantle rare,
The mantle she had wrought for him,
The beauty she had woven there,
The moccasins with the beaded hem,
The woman in her bosom stirred
More than the simple maiden guessed ;
And of her joy in song of bird
Her heart the secret half confessed.