The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 7 Page 6

And, “Lord!” said I, surprised by the lovely revelation. “What a miracle are you in your forest masquerade!”

“Am I truly fine to please you, Euan?”

I said, disturbed, but striving to speak lightly:

“Little Oneida goddess in your bridal dress, the Seven Dancers are laughing at me from your eyes; and the Day-Sun and the Night-Sun hang from your sacred girdle, making it flash like silvery showers of seawan. Salute, O Watcher at the Gates of Dawn! Onwa oyah! Na-i! A-i! Lois!” And I drew my light war-hatchet from its sheath and raised it sparkling, in salute.

She laughed a little, blushed a little, and bent her dainty head to view her finery once more, examining it gravely to