New Zealand Verse/Bowen Falls, Milford Sound

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LVII.

Bowen Falls, Milford Sound.[1]

O Waterfall that fallest to the sea,Falling for ever to white virginalsOf olden melody! thy voice I hearIn molten moments of the summer starsWhen the great sun is dead in majesty.
From the white fields of home like thee I cameImpetuous to the cliffs, and I have pouredTreasure of love on altars cold, as thouHast showered thy rainbow on the icy rocks,That have not felt thy kiss—and I would die.
Athwart the hollows of the moon-fed airCome eider tremors of thy dying plunge,Surceasing as child-tired eyelids droopUpon a wavy bosom, rocked with lovePoured from the heaven for ever like thy song.
The moon is kissing thy keen diadem,Sick for her barrenness, and all her faceCreeps to thy white arc down the precipice,As I have nestled, yearning with wild eyes,Into the umber chancels of a soul.

Hubert Church.

  1. ↑ From The West Wind, by permission of the Bulletin Newspaper Company, Limited.
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