The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the earth becomes as flintstone!”

“When I shake my flowing ringlets,”

Said the young man, softly laughing,

“Showers of rain fall warm and welcome,

Plants lift up their heads rejoicing,

Back unto their lakes and marshes

Come the wild goose and the heron,

Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow,

Sing the bluebird and the robin,

And where’er my footsteps wander,