--- title: The Feast of the Virgins., part 8 — Legends of the Northwest · full text with trees description: The Feast of the Virgins., part 8, «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: My Father's Spirit, look down, look down-- From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies; Behold, for the light of my soul is --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/15/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/) / The Feast of the Virgins., part 8 # The Feast of the Virgins., part 8 The Feast of the Virgins., part 8 of «Legends of the Northwest» by Hanford Lennox Gordon: the whole text, 22 sentences and 449 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. My Father's Spirit, look down, look down-- From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies; Behold, for the light of my soul is gone,-- The light is gone and Winona dies.[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics") I looked to the East, but I saw no star; The face of my White Chief was turned away.[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics") I harked for his footsteps in vain; afar His bark sailed over the Sunrise-sea.[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics") Long have I watched till my heart is cold; In my breast it is heavy and cold as stone.[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics") No more shall Winona his face behold, And the robin that sang in her heart is gone.[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics") Shall I sit at the feet of the treacherous brave?[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics") On his hateful couch shall Winona lie?[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics") Shall she kindle his fire like a coward slave?[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") No!--a warrior's daughter can bravely die.[9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") My Father's Spirit, look down, look down-- From your hunting-grounds in the shining skies; Behold, for the light of my soul is gone,-- The light is gone and Winona dies.[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics") Swift the strong hunters clomb as she sang, and the foremost of all was Tamdóka; From crag to crag upward he sprang; like a panther he leaped to the summit.[11](11/ "tree and pragmatics") Too late! on the brave as he crept turned the maid in her scorn and defiance; Then swift from the dizzy height leaped.[12](12/ "tree and pragmatics") Like a brant arrow-pierced in mid-heaven.[13](13/ "tree and pragmatics") Down-whirling and fluttering she fell, and headlong plunged into the waters.[14](14/ "tree and pragmatics") Forever she sank mid the wail, and the wild lamentation of women.[15](15/ "tree and pragmatics") Her lone spirit evermore dwells in the depths of the Lake of the Mountains, And the lofty cliff evermore tells to the years as they pass her sad story.[16](16/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] In the silence of sorrow the night o'er the earth spread her wide, sable pinions; And the stars \[18\] hid their faces, and light on the lake fell the tears of the spirits.[17](17/ "tree and pragmatics") As her sad sisters watched on the shore for her spirit to rise from the waters, They heard the swift dip of an oar, and a boat they beheld like a shadow, Gliding down through the night in the gray, gloaming mists on the face of the waters. '[18](18/ "tree and pragmatics") Twas the bark of DuLuth on his way from the Falls to the Games at Keóza.[19](19/ "tree and pragmatics") \[a\] The Dakotas say that the spirit of Winona forever haunts the lake.[20](20/ "tree and pragmatics") They say that it was many, many winters ago when Winona leaped from the rock--that the rock was then perpendicular to the water's edge and she leaped into the lake, but now the rock has worn away, or the water has receded, so that it does not reach the foot of the rock.[21](21/ "tree and pragmatics") ST LOUIS.\][22](22/ "tree and pragmatics") - ← previous: [The Feast of the Virgins., part 7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/14/) - next →: [The Legend of the Falls.](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/16/) - ↑ back to [Legends of the Northwest](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg8122/)