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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 265 pages of information about The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems.
the eyes of the wondering Dakotas,
And the sons of Unktehee to be,
          were endowed with the sacred Ozuha[82]
By the son of tall Wazi-kute, Tamdoka,
          the chief of the Magi. 
And thus since the birth-day of man—­
          since he sprang from the heart of the mountains,[69]
Has the sacred “Wacepee Wakan
          by the warlike Dakotas been honored,
And the god-favored sons of the clan
          work their will with the help of the spirits.

WINONA’S WARNING.

’Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist
          trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,
And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed
          by the first golden beams of the morning. 
The breeze was abroad with the breath
          of the rose of the Isles of the Summer,
And the humming-bird hummed on the heath
          from his home in the land of the rainbow.[AI]
’Twas the morn of departure.  DuLuth
          stood alone by the roar of the Ha-ha;
Tall and fair in the strength of his youth
          stood the blue-eyed and fair-bearded Frenchman. 
A rustle of robes on the grass broke his dream
          as he mused by the waters,
And, turning, he looked on the face of Winona,
          wild-rose of the prairies,
Half hid in her dark, flowing hair,
          like the round, golden moon in the pine-tops. 
Admiring he gazed—­she was fair
          as his own blooming Flore in her orchards,
With her golden locks loose on the air,
          like the gleam of the sun through the olives,
Far away on the vine-covered shore,
          in the sun-favored land of his fathers. 
“Lists the chief to the cataract’s roar
          for the mournful lament of the Spirit?"[AJ]
Said Winona,—­“The wail of the sprite
          for her babe and its father unfaithful,
Is heard in the midst of the night,
          when the moon wanders dim in the heavens.”

“Wild-Rose of the Prairies,” he said,
          “DuLuth listens not to the Ha-ha,
For the wail of the ghost of the dead
          for her babe and its father unfaithful;
But he lists to a voice in his heart
          that is heard by the ear of no other,
And to-day will the White Chief depart;
          he returns to the land of the sunrise.” 
“Let Winona depart with the chief,—­
          she will kindle the fire in his teepee;
For long are the days of her grief,
          if she stay in the tee of Ta-te-psin,”
She replied, and her cheeks were aflame
          with the bloom of the wild prairie lilies.
Tanke[AK], is the White Chief to blame?”
          said DuLuth to the blushing Winona. 
“The White Chief is blameless,” she said,
          “but the heart of Winona will follow
Wherever thy footsteps may lead,

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