WOODMYTH & FABLE 



So 



THE AWAKENING DAYS ON 



CHASKA-WATER 



HITER than death 

 was Chaska-water, 

 paler than fear. Well 

 had the Ice-demons 



worked; swift and sure had their arrows 



sped. Only the waste of snow was there. 



Nothing was left that moved or cried or 



rustled on Chaska-water. 



Oh, Moon that swung in the silent sky, 



knew ye ever so fearful a stillness? 



Oh, black cloud blocking the blacker 



sky, was there ever so awful a deadness? 



Tense — tenser — snap ! 



The breaking had come — not a sound, not 

 a move, but a feeling. Up from the south 

 came a gentle breath, a fanning too faint 



