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

SONG OF NYAH-TAH-WANTA. 101
Wa-won-ais-se in the Leaf Moon sweetly plainting
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-weiit-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
What the flower is to the meadow, blooming fair,
Brightening all the lonely places everywhere,
If the bride of Hayo-went-ha, would I be
To the heart of Hayo-went-ha, to the home
He builds for me.
Dear 0-me-me, in the fir-tree, cooing, cooing,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
I would weave a royal mantle ;
it should bear
All the to-tems of his Nation, passing fair ;
Fairer than the one I wove him when I knew
Only Hayo-went-ha, mighty, not the loving
Heart and true.
On the lake the babbling So-ra, quacking, quacking,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."