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

THE AFTER-DAYS. 133
Of him that, fasting all too long,
Changed to 0-pee-chee, gaily sings
Till all the grove is loud with song,
So happy in the gift of wings.
Of the Foam Woman, Pee-ta-Kway,
The Moccasins that enchanted draw ;
Of her the Fairies stole away,
The lovely maiden Lee-li-nau.*
And more, as grows the kindling dawn,
In beauty grew the little maid ;
That free and lithesome as the fawn
Went dancing through the windy glade ;
And oft when summer breezes fanned
Her glowing cheek, afar was heard
Her little song, that o'er the land
She caroled like a singing bird.
And as in stature, more she grew
In forest-lore, till passing well
She all the marvelous stories knew,
More than lago's self could tell.
Nor less a maiden heart and kind
Her bosom bore, while in her face
Shone all the father's wiser mind
Lit with the mother's tender grace.
* lliawatha Legends, by H. R. SCHOOLCRAFT.