The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Handsome men with paint and feathers.

Pointed at her in derision,

Followed her with jest and laughter.

But she said: ‘I care not for you,

Care not for your belts of wampum,

Care not for your paint and feathers,

Care not for your jests and laughter;

I am happy with Osseo!’

“Once to some great feast invited,

Through the damp and dusk of evening,