Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Hiawatha (Incantations part 2)

By The Shore Of Gitche
By The Big-Sea-Water
At The Doorway Of The
In The Early Summer

Hiawatha Stood And
All The Air Was Of Freshness
All The Was Bright And Joyous
And Before Him The Sunshine

Toward The Neighboring Forest
Passed In Swarms, The Ahmo
The Bees, The Honey-Makers
Burning, Singing In The

Bright Above Him Shone The
Level Spread The Lake Before
From Its Bosom Leaped The
Sparkling, In The Sunshine

On Its Margin The Forest
Reflected In The Water
Every Tree-Top Had Its
Motionless The Water

From The Of Hiawatha
Gone Was Every Of Sorrow
As The Fog Off The Water
As The Mist Of The

With A Of Joy And Gladness
With A Look Of
As Of One Who In A
Sees Is To Be, But Is Not

Stood And Waited
Toward The Sun His Were Lifted
The Palms Spread Out Towards It
And Between The Fingers

Feel The On His Features
Flecked With Light His Shoulders
As It Falls And Flecks An
Through The Leaves And Branches

O'er The Floating, Flying
Something In The Hazy
Something In The Of Morning
Loomed And Lifted The Water

Now Floating, Now Seemed Flying
Coming Nearer, Nearer,
Was It Shingebis, The
Or The Pelican, The

Or The Heron, The
Or The Goose, Waw-Be-Wawa,
With The Dripping, Flashing
From Its Neck And Feathers?

It Was Neither Goose Nor
Pelican or Heron
O'er The Floating, Flying
Through The Shining Of Morning

But A Birch Canoe With
Rising, Sinking On The
Dripping, Flashing In The
And Within It Came A

Can It Be The Sun
O'er The Level Plain Of
Or The Red Swan Floating,
Wounded By The Arrow

Staining All The With Crimson
The Crimson Of Its Lifeblood
Filling All The Air With
Filling All The Air Plumage

Yes, It Is The Sun
Sinking Down The Water
All The Sky Is Stained Purple
All The Flushed With Crimson!

No, It Is The Red Floating
Diving Beneath The Water
To The Sky Its Wings Are
With Its The Waves Are Reddened!

It The Star Of Evening
Melts And Trembles Through The
Hangs Suspended In The
Walks In Silence The Heavens!

(H. W. Longfellow. Maddy Prior)