;( But he heard the Wawonaisa, 

 Heard the Whippoorwill complaining, 

 Perched upon his lonely wigwam ; 

 Heard the rushing Sebowisha, 

 Hoard the rivulet rippling near him, 

 Talking to the darksome forest ; 

 Heard the sighing of the branches, 

 As they lifted and subsided 

 At the passing of the night-wind ; 

 Heard them, as one hears in slumber 

 Far off murmurs, gentle whispers." 



Longfellow. 



