Down the broad Ha-Ha W'k-pa[BS] the band took their way to the Games at Ke'za[8] While the swift-footed hunters by land ran the shores for the elk and the bison. Like mag's[BT] ride the birchen canoes...
Seek ye the fairest lily of the field, The fairest lotus that in lakelet lies, The fairest rose that ever morn revealed, And Love will find from other eyes concealed...
Lo the lights in the "Teepee-W'kan!" 'tis the night of the W'kan Wac'pee. Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as he rattles the sacred Ta-sh'-kay; [81] Long and loud on the Ch'n-che-ga [81]...
When madly raged religious war O'er all the Magyar land And royal archer and hussar Met foemen hand to hand, A princess fair in castle strong The royal troops defied...
When the meadow-lark trilled o'er the leas and the oriole piped in the maples, From my hammock, all under the trees, by the sweet-scented field of red clover, I harked to the hum of the bees,...
'Tis the moon of the sere, falling leaves. From the heads of the maples the west-wind Plucks the red-and-gold plumage and grieves on the meads for the rose and the lily;...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas, And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by the first golden beams of the morning. The breeze was abroad with the breath...