How the Alphabet Was Made · page 41 2 3 4301Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds, And golden elf-locks fly above; Her eyes are bright as diamonds And bluer than the skies above.302In mocassins and deer-skin cloak, Unfearing, free and fair she flits, And lights her little damp-wood smoke To show her Daddy where she flits.303For far--oh, very far behind, So far she cannot call to him, Comes Tegumai alone to find The daughter that was all to him.1 2 3 4← previousHow the First Letter Was Writtennext →The Crab That Played With the Sea↑ back to Just so storiesThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2781/10/page/4/