By the shores of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood the wigwam of Nokomis, Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. Dark behind it rose the forest, Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, Rose the firs with cones upon them; Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water.
There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little Hiawatha, Rocked him in his linden cradle, Bedded soft in moss and rushes, Safely bound with reindeer sinews; Stilled his fretful wail by saying, “Hush! The Naked Bear will hear thee!” Lulled him into slumber, singing, “Ewa-yea! My little owlet! Who is this, that lights the wigwam? With his great eyes lights the wigwam? Ewa-yea! My little owlet!”
At the door on summer evenings Sat the little…