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Shawondasee

　　Shawondasee, fat and lazy,
　　Had his dwelling far to southward
　　In the drowsy, dreamy sunshine,
　　In the never-ending Summer.
　　He it was who sent the wood-birds,
　　Sent the robin, the Opechee,
　　Sent the bluebird, the Owaissa,
　　Sent the Shawshaw, sent the swallow,
　　Sent the wild-goose, Wawa, northward,
　　Sent the melons and tobacco,
　　And the grapes in purple clusters.

　　From his pipe the smoke ascending
　　Filled the sky with haze and vapor,
　　Filled the air with dreamy softness,
　　Gave a twinkle to the water,
　　Touched the rugged hills with smoothness,
　　Brought the tender Indian Summer
　　To the melancholy north-land,
　　In the dreary Mood of Snow-shoes.

　　Listless, careless Shawondasee!
　　In his life he had one shadow,
　　In his heart one sorrow had he.
　　Once, as he was gazing northward,
　　Far away upon a prairie
　　He behel