Saw the moon rise from the water, Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered, "Once a warrior very angry, Seized his grandmother and threw her Up into the sky at midnight; Right against the moon he threw her; 'Tis her body that you see there."

The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha, Hiawatha's Childhood