Page:A New Zealand verse (1906).pdf/158

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
122
Ti-trees and the Kukupa.
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.

LXXV.

Ti-trees and the Kukupa.

 A grove of the southern palm  On an islet, aloneIn the bosom unrippled and calmOf a lake with its mountain-zone:
 The wild bee’s singingHas ceased in the great white bloom;And the once gay-scented plume Hangs lazily swinging:
White? it is still milk-white In its green top serried,  Still milk-white,—But drooping, heavily berried.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.