"Poor, deluded Shawondasee! ’Twas no woman that you gazed at, ’Twas no maiden that you sighed for, ’Twas the prairie dandelion That through all the dreamy Summer You had gazed at with such longing, You had sighed for with such passion, And had puffed away forever, Blown into the air with sighing. Ah! deluded Shawondasee!"