Legends of the Northwest by Hanford Lennox Gordon
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Like a fleet of yachts and a man of war.
The piping plover, the laughing linnet, And the swallow sail in the sunset skies. The whippowil from her cover hies, And trills her song on the amber air. Anon, to her loitering mate she cries "Flip, O Will!--trip, O Will!--skip, O Will!" And her merry mate from afar replies: "Flip I will,--skip I will,--trip I will;" And away on the wings of the wind he flies. And bright from her lodge in the skies afar Peeps the glowing face of the Virgin Star. The fox pups [60] creep from the mother's lair And leap in the light of the rising moon; And loud on the luminous moonlit lake Shrill the bugle notes of the lover loon; And woods and waters and welkin break Into jubilant song,--it is joyful June. But where is Wiwaste? O where is she-- The Virgin avenged--the queenly queen-- The womanly woman--the heroine? Has she gone to the spirits and can it be That her beautiful face is the Virgin Star Peeping out from the door of her lodge afar, Or upward sailing the silver sea. Star-beaconed and lit like an avenue, In the shining stern of her gold canoe? No tidings came--nor the brave Chaske: |
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