The Epic Song of Hiawatha. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate,

       Feet as rapid as the river,

       Tresses flowing like the water,

       And as musical a laughter;

       And he named her from the river,

       From the water-fall he named her,

       Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

      Was it then for heads of arrows,

       Arrow-heads of chalcedony,

       Arrow-heads of flint and jasper,

       That my Hiawatha halted

       In the land of the Dacotahs?

      Was it not to see the maiden,

       See the face of Laughing Water

       Peeping from behind the curtain,

       Hear the rustling of her garments

       From behind the waving curtain,

       As one sees the Minnehaha

       Gleaming, glancing through the branches,

       As one hears the Laughing Water

       From behind its screen of branches?

      Who shall say what thoughts and visions

       Fill the fiery brains of young men?

       Who shall say what dreams of beauty

       Filled the heart of Hiawatha?

       All he told to old Nokomis,

       When he reached the lodge at sunset,

       Was the meeting with his father,

       Was his fight with Mudjekeewis;

       Not a word he said of arrows,

       Not a word of Laughing Water!