On the bluffs they sat enchanted till the blush of beamy dawn;
Spirit Isle, they say, is haunted, and they call the spot Wakan[CQ]
Many summers on the highland in the full moon's golden glow--
In the woods on Fairy Island,[CR] walked a snow-white fawn and doe--
Spirits of the babe and mother sadly seeking evermore
For a father's love another turned away with evil power.
Sometimes still when moonbeams shimmer through the maples on the lawn,
In the gloaming and the glimmer walk the silent doe and fawn;
And on Spirit Isle or near it, under midnight's misty moon,
Oft is seen the mother's spirit, oft is heard her mournful tune.
[CQ] Pronounced Walk-on,--Sacred, inhabited by a spirit.
[CR] Fairy Island,--_Wita-Waste_--Nicollet Island.
CHICKADEE
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee!
That was the song that he sang to me--Sang
from his perch in the willow tree--
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.
My little brown bird,
The song that I heard
Was a happier song than the minstrels sing--
A paean of joy and a carol of spring;
And my heart leaped throbbing and sang with thee
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.
My birdie looked wise
With his little black eyes,
As he peeked and peered from his perch at me
With a throbbing throat and a flutter of glee,
As if he would say--
Sing trouble away,
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.
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