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158 Star of Evening, Star of Woman,

Star of tenderness and passion!

All its fire was in his bosom

All its beauty in his spirit,

All its mystery in his being,

All its splendor in his language!

"And her lovers, the rejected,

Handsome men with belts of wampum,

Handsome men with paint and feathers,

Pointed at her in derision,

Followed her with jest and laughter.

But she said: 'I care not for you,

Care not for your belts of wampum,

Care not for your paint and feathers,

Care not for your jests and laughter;

I am happy with Osseo!'

"Once to some great feast invited,

Through the damp and dusk of evening

Walked together the ten sisters,

Walked together with their husbands;