The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      Far away upon a prairie

      He beheld a maiden standing,

      Saw a tall and slender maiden

      All alone upon a prairie;

      Brightest green were all her garments,

      And her hair was like the sunshine.

       Day by day he gazed upon her,

      Day by day he sighed with passion,

      Day by day his heart within him

      Grew more hot with love and longing

      For the maid with yellow tresses.

      But he was too fat and lazy

      To bestir himself and woo her;

      Yes, too indolent and easy

      To pursue her and persuade her;

      So he only gazed upon her,

      Only sat and sighed with passion

      For the maiden of the prairie.

       Till one morning, looking northward,

      He beheld her yellow tresses

      Changed and covered o'er with whiteness,

      Covered as with whitest snow-flakes.

      "Ah! my brother from the North-land,

      From the kingdom of Wabasso,

      From the land of the White Rabbit!

      You have stolen the maiden from me,

      You have laid your hand upon her,

      You have wooed and won my maiden,

      With your stories of the North-land!"

       Thus the wretched Shawondasee

      Breathed into the air his sorrow;

      And the South-Wind o'er the prairie

      Wandered warm with sighs of passion,

      With the sighs of Shawondasee,

      Till the air seemed full of snow-flakes,

      Full of thistle-down the prairie,

      And the maid with hair like sunshine

      Vanished from his sight forever;

      Never more did Shawondasee

      See the maid with yellow tresses!

       Poor, deluded Shawondasee!

      'T was no woman that you gazed at,

      'T was no maiden that you sighed for,

      'T was the prairie dandelion

      That through all the dreamy Summer

      You had gazed at with such longing,

      You had sighed for with such passion,

      And had puffed away forever,

      Blown into the air with sighing.

      Ah! deluded Shawondasee!

       Thus the Four Winds were divided;

      Thus the sons of Mudjekeewis

      Had their stations in the heavens,

      At the corners of the heavens;

      For himself the West-Wind only

      Kept the mighty Mudjekeewis.