Required Poems for Reading and Memorizing. UnknownЧитать онлайн книгу.

      Down he hewed the boughs of cedar,

      Shaped them straightway to a framework,

      Like two bows he formed and shaped them,

      Like two bended bows together.

      "Give me of your roots, O Tamarack!

      Of your fibrous roots, O Larch-Tree!

      My canoe to bind together.

      So to bind the ends together,

      That the water may not enter,

      That the river may not wet me!"

      And the Larch, with all its fibres,

      Shivered in the air of morning,

      Touched his forehead with its tassels,

      Said, with one long sigh of sorrow,

      "Take them all, O Hiawatha!"

      From the earth he tore the fibres,

      Tore the tough roots of the Larch-Tree,

      Closely sewed the bark together,

      Bound it closely to the framework.

      "Give me of your balm, O Fir-Tree!

      Of your balsam and your resin,

      So to close the seams together

      That the water may not enter,

      That the river may not wet me!"

      And the Fir-Tree, tall and sombre,

      Sobbed through all its robes of darkness,

      Rattled like a shore with pebbles,

      Answered wailing, answered weeping,

      "Take my balm, O Hiawatha!"

      And he took the tears of balsam,

      Took the resin of the Fir-Tree,

      Smeared therewith each seam and fissure,

      Made each crevice safe from water.

      "Give me of your quills, O Hedgehog!

      All your quills, O Kagh, the Hedgehog!

      I will make a necklace of them,

      Make a girdle for my beauty,

      And two stars to deck her bosom!"

      From a hollow tree the Hedgehog

      With his sleepy eyes looked at him,

      Shot his shining quills, like arrows,

      Saying, with a drowsy murmur,

      Through the tangle of his whiskers,

      "Take my quills, O Hiawatha!"

      From the ground the quills he gathered,

      All the little shining arrows,

      Stained them red and blue and yellow,

      With the juice of roots and berries;

      Into his canoe he wrought them,

      Round its waist a shining girdle,

      Round its bow a gleaming necklace,

      On its breast two stars resplendent.

      Thus the Birch Canoe was builded

      In the valley, by the river,

      In the bosom of the forest;

      And the forest's life was in it,

      All its mystery and its magic,

      All the lightness of the birch-tree,

      All the toughness of the cedar,

      All the larch's supple sinews;

      And it floated on the river

      Like a yellow leaf in Autumn,

      Like a yellow water-lily.

      Paddles none had Hiawatha,

      Paddles none he had or needed,

      For his thoughts as paddles served him,

      And his wishes served to guide him;

      Swift or slow at will he glided,

      Veered to right or left at pleasure.

      Then he called aloud to Kwasind,

      To his friend, the strong man, Kwasind,

      Saying, "Help me clear this river

      Of its sunken logs and sand-bars."

      Straight into the river Kwasind

      Plunged as if he were an otter,

      Dived as if he were a beaver,

      Stood up to his waist in water,

      To his arm-pits in the river,

      Swam and shouted in the river,

      Tugged at sunken logs and branches,

      With his hands he scooped the sand-bars,

      With his feet the ooze and tangle.

      And thus sailed my Hiawatha

      Down the rushing Taquamenaw,

      Sailed through all its bends and windings,

      Sailed through all its deeps and shallows,

      While his friend, the strong man, Kwasind,

      Swam the deeps, the shallows waded.

      Up and down the river went they,

      In and out among its islands,

      Cleared its bed of root and sand-bar,

      Dragged the dead trees from its channel,

      Made its passage safe and certain

      Made a pathway for the people,

      From its springs among the mountains,

      To the water of Pauwating,

      To the bay of Taquamenaw.