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

130 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
" But all the lovers, sisters, they
That flouted, jeered and spake her ill,
Were changed to birds and flew away,
And in the woods are singing still.
" While like the morn that night illumes,
Was Oweenee, so lovely grown ;
Or like the Swan with glistening plumes,
So new her snowy
kirtle shone.
" Her bowls no longer were of wood.
Her kettles all like silver showed ;
The barky lodge that glimmering stood,
Like flaming wings, it swayed and glowed.
" Then heard they far-off voices call,
That through the twilight tender fell :
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The magic spells are broken all,
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Gome, in the Stars immortal dwell.
"And lo !
the wigwam rising free,
Went speeding through the ether far ;
Till with Osseo, Oweenee,
It rested on the Evening Star.