“I am going, O Nokomis,

On a long and distant journey,

To the portals of the Sunset,

To the regions of the home-wind,

Of the Northwest-Wind Keewaydin.

“One long track and trail of splendor,

Down whose stream, as down a river,

Westward, westward, Hiawatha

Sailed into the fiery sunset,

Sailed into the purple vapors,