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By the shore of Gitche Gumee, / By the shining Big-Sea-Water, / At the doorway of his wigwam, / In the pleasant Summer morning, / Hiawatha stood and waited. / All the air was full of freshness, / All the earth was bright and joyous, / And before him, through the sunshine, / Westward toward the neighboring forest / Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, / Passed the bees, the honey-makers, / Burning, singing in the sunshine.
Bright above him shone the heavens, / Level spread the lake before him; / From its bosom leaped the sturgeon, / Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; / On its margin the great forest / Stood reflected in the water, / Every tree-top had its shadow, / Motionless beneath the water.