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

SONG OF NYAH-TAH-WANTA. 103
On the wave the noisy Wa-wa, honking, honking,
Seems to tell :
"Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
When the Council-fire would brighten far away,
Calling tribe and band that proudly own his sway,
Thither in his magic Chee-maun would he go ;
He his larger mind and wiser in his gifted
Screaming bold, the great
Speech would show.
War-Ke-neu, squalling
Squalling, seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
By the wigwam, long and lonely though I wait,
I would charm the hours with labor ;
I would mate
With my larger love his wisdom's fairer store ;
And the after-joy of meeting would long parting
Heighten more.
From the wood the Ko-ko-ko-ho, hooting, hooting,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."