Whispered, saying, “They are famished;
Let them do what best delights them;
Let them eat, for they are famished.”
Many a daylight dawned and darkened,
Many a night shook off the daylight
As the pine shakes off the snow-flakes
From the midnight of its branches;
Day by day the guests unmoving
Sat there silent in the wigwam;
But by night, in storm or starlight,