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Far and wide among the nations	A
Spread the name and fame of Kwasind	B
No man dared to strive with Kwasind	B
No man could compete with Kwasind	B
But the mischievous Puk Wudjies	A
They the envious Little People	C
They the fairies and the pygmies	A
Plotted and conspired against him	D
If this hateful Kwasind said they	E
If this great outrageous fellow	F
Goes on thus a little longer	G
Tearing everything he touches	A
Rending everything to pieces	A
Filling all the world with wonder	G
What becomes of the Puk Wudjies	A
Who will care for the Puk Wudjies	A
He will tread us down like mushrooms	A
Drive us all into the water	G
Give our bodies to be eaten	H
By the wicked Nee ba naw baigs	A
By the Spirits of the water	G
So the angry Little People	C
All conspired against the Strong Man	I
All conspired to murder Kwasind	B
Yes to rid the world of Kwasind	B
The audacious overbearing	J
Heartless haughty dangerous Kwasind	B
Now this wondrous strength of Kwasind	B
In his crown alone was seated	B
In his crown too was his weakness	A
There alone could he be wounded	B
Nowhere else could weapon pierce him	D
Nowhere else could weapon harm him	D
Even there the only weapon	H
That could wound him that could slay him	D
Was the seed cone of the pine tree	K
Was the blue cone of the fir tree	K
This was Kwasind's fatal secret	B
Known to no man among mortals	A
But the cunning Little People	C
The Puk Wudjies knew the secret	B
Knew the only way to kill him	D
So they gathered cones together	G
Gathered seed cones of the pine tree	K
Gathered blue cones of the fir tree	K
In the woods by Taquamenaw	H
Brought them to the river's margin	H
Heaped them in great piles together	G
Where the red rocks from the margin	H
Jutting overhang the river	G
There they lay in wait for Kwasind	B
The malicious Little People	C
T was an afternoon in Summer	G
Very hot and still the air was	A
Very smooth the gliding river	G
Motionless the sleeping shadows	A
Insects glistened in the sunshine	H
Insects skated on the water	G
Filled the drowsy air with buzzing	J
With a far resounding war cry	L
Down the river came the Strong Man	H
In his birch canoe came Kwasind	B
Floating slowly down the current	B
Of the sluggish Taquamenaw	H
Very languid with the weather	G
Very sleepy with the silence	A
From the overhanging branches	A
From the tassels of the birch trees	A
Soft the Spirit of Sleep descended	B
By his airy hosts surrounded	B
His invisible attendants	A
Came the Spirit of Sleep Nepahwin	H
Like a burnished Dush kwo ne she	K
Like a dragon fly he hovered	B
O'er the drowsy head of Kwasind	B
To his ear there came a murmur	G
As of waves upon a sea shore	M
As of far off tumbling waters	A
As of winds among the pine trees	A
And he felt upon his forehead	B
Blows of little airy war clubs	A
Wielded by the slumbrous legions	A
Of the Spirit of Sleep Nepahwin	H
As of some one breathing on him	D
At the first blow of their war clubs	A
Fell a drowsiness on Kwasind	B
At the second blow they smote him	D
Motionless his paddle rested	B
At the third before his vision	H
Reeled the landscape Into darkness	A
Very sound asleep was Kwasind	B
So he floated down the river	G
Like a blind man seated upright	B
Floated down the Taquamenaw	H
Underneath the trembling birch trees	A
Underneath the wooded headlands	A
Underneath the war encampment	B
Of the pygmies the Puk Wudjies	A
There they stood all armed and waiting	J
Hurled the pine cones down upon him	D
Struck him on his brawny shoulders	A
On his crown defenceless struck him	D
Death to Kwasind was the sudden	H
War cry of the Little People	C
And he sideways swayed and tumbled	B
Sideways fell into the river	G
Plunged beneath the sluggish water	G
Headlong as an otter plunges	A
And the birch canoe abandoned	B
Drifted empty down the river	G
Bottom upward swerved and drifted	B
Nothing more was seen of Kwasind	B
But the memory of the Strong Man	H
Lingered long among the people	C
And whenever through the forest	B
Raged and roared the wintry tempest	B
And the branches tossed and troubled	B
Creaked and groaned and split asunder	G
Kwasind cried they that is Kwasind	B
He is gathering in his fire wood	B

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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