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Rona.
“Boil the moon!” she said in passion “Boil your lazy head!Hiding thus in idle fashion In your starry bed!”
Angry was the moon in heaven; Down to earth she came:—“Stay you ever unforgiven For the word of shame!
Up!—You made the moon a byword— Up and dwell with me!”Rona felt the drawing skyward,— Seized a ngaio tree.
But from earth the ngaio parted Like a bitten thread:Like a comet, upward darted Rona overhead.
In the moon is Rona sitting, Never to be free;With the gourd she held in flitting, And the ngaio tree.
Rona and the moon together Wage unending strife:Deep in the abysses nether One had yielded life,
But for it, the Lake of Heaven, Great Waiora cool;Where they wash for evens seven In the crystal pool.
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