Category: Poetry
How changed, fair Minnetonka, is thy face Since first I saw thee in thy pristine grace. Electric lights fantastically glow, Swarming like fire-flies on the shores where long, Through countless summer nights a vanished throng, Only the Indian camp-fire flickered low. The odor o...
She struck but once, no need hath lightning stroke For second blow to rend the heart of oak, Nor waited there to see how Gray Cloud died; Her fury all in that fierce outburst sp...
3. PART II.Nature hath her _élite_ in every land, Sealed by her signet, felt although unseen. Winona ’mid her fellows moved a queen, And scarce a youthful beau in all the band But sighed i...
2. PART I.Winona,[2] first-born daughter, was the name Of a Dakota girl who, long ago, Dwelt with her people here unknown to fame. Sweet word, Winona, how my heart and lips Cling to that...
1. PART III. 33How changed, fair Minnetonka, is thy face Since first I saw thee in thy pristine grace. Electric lights fantastically glow, Swarming like fire-flies on the shores where long, Th...