New Zealand Verse/Twilight and the Makomako

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LXXIV.

Twilight and the Makomako.

Night on the forest is falling, Slowly the day leaves the hill,Birds from the coverts are calling, Calling in tinkle and trill:
Medley of harmony ringing, Musical, mellow and chiming;Night-airs a-quiver with singing,— Jangle of sweetness and riming!
Twilight is gone from the hill, Dark are the woods to the moon;All the sweet voices are still, Darkness has come too soon.—
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One lone bird forgets That the white moon is climbing;While over a hill a star sets, It is chiming and chiming:—
Bell-birds, softer than bells, Bell-bird, ever in tune,What god in your bosom dwells?—What passion your bosom swells As you chime to the climbing moon?

Johannes C. Andersen.

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