He lived beside an inland sea, or lake, so wondrous large
No one could look from shore to shore—a day's sail for a barge.
This Indian was a happy dog, of threescore years and eight,
Of children he had half a score, also an aged mate;
His youngest was Li–Lamboni, a petit laughing cit—
Who kept the Wigwam happy by her fund of ready wit.
A blooming maid of twenty, perhaps of two years more,
Her lovers might be counted at wholesale by the score;
But there was one—a comely lad—a Chieftain's only son,
This one alone of all the crowd her youthful love had won.