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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rose of Dawn, by Helen Hay
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+Title: The Rose of Dawn
+       A Tale of the South Sea
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+Author: Helen Hay
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+Illustrator: John La Farge
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+Release Date: August 7, 2006 [EBook #19005]
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+Language: English
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+THE ROSE OF DAWN
+A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA
+
+By HELEN HAY
+
+With a Drawing by
+JOHN LA FARGE
+
+NEW YORK
+R. H. RUSSELL
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+Copyright, 1901, by
+R. H. RUSSELL
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+University Press John Wilson and Son
+Cambridge, U.S.A.
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+THE ROSE OF DAWN
+A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA
+
+
+Somnolent, vast, inert, the darkness lay
+Waiting for dawn. Across the ocean stirred
+A luminous haze, not light, but whispering light,
+So softly yet, the islands had not heard.
+The mystery of sleep was in the trees
+And on the weary stars. A little cry
+That broke the silence seemed a sacrilege.
+Then thro' the palm trees glided like a ghost
+A dusky form; the curtain of the dark
+Was rent with life, the forest brought forth men.
+
+Instinct with morning every eye was bright,
+Tho' sleep so lately lay across their lids.
+No sinister intent had called them forth
+Upon the shadows. May held out her hands,
+And all the men who dared the dangerous sport
+Were faring where the great bonita played,--
+Strong shining fish below the mid sea waves.
+Upon the beach beneath the paling moon
+The boats were launched. Amid the busy stir
+One man stood idle; as a chief might order,
+He bade the youths prepare his long canoe.
+With folded arms he gravely watched the rest
+And gave them salutation haughtily.
+Uhila[1] was he called, and in his veins
+There ran a slender stream of northern blood.
+He bore upon his old and indolent heart,
+Scarred with the sins of war, a white device.
+Taka, daughter of chiefs and Fiji's pride,
+Lily of maidens, was betrothed to him;
+Desirous eyes kinged him with envy's crown.
+
+[Footnote 1: The lightning.]
+
+Scraping across the beach the boats were launched,
+And as they touched the waves, they seemed to take
+New shape and dignity with that caress
+Of little lapping ripples round the prow.
+Uhila led the fleet as one who knew
+His right by reason of his age and skill.
+The little isle seemed now a sleeping maid
+Kirtled in green, the beach her snowy breast
+Veined with the purple brooks that sought the sea.
+Uhila watched it fade below the blue,
+Crouched in the bow, his grizzled chin in hand,
+Taking his ease, while small Kuma, keen-eyed,
+Famed for his daring, paddled lustily.
+The dawn had not yet broken, and the soft
+Beautiful haze that veils the birth of day
+Hung on the water. Loath to break the peace,
+Men gave their orders in hushed tones, the clean
+Chill of the morning wrapt their naked bodies.
+Then, as a slow blush mounts the cheek, a light
+Breathed from the sea, and all the air seemed warm
+As at the touch of spring, a violet streak,
+A pale leaf green, a golden, and a rose
+Broke in the sky, and morning was revealed.
+With a shrill cry, young Kuma raised his hand
+And pointed where with dip and shriek and wheel
+A flock of sea birds hovered; all the rest
+Echoed the call and bending to the paddle
+Shot o'er the waves, for now the fish were gained.
+Uhila grasped his rod, and at the stern
+Tossed out the shining hook, with laugh and cheer
+A glint of silver flashed, then all the air
+Was gemmed with streaming stars. They came from deeps;
+From azure fairer than its mother sky
+Clouded with dazzling whitenesses of foam.
+Luck to their fishing:
+
+                    Now, fair and remote
+A scattered emerald from a broken chain
+Lying below the bending breast of heaven,
+The village had awakened,--once again
+Serene Kambara, island of the south,
+Exhaled its light upon the light of heaven.
+The verdure seemed to shine with lucent green,
+The red hibiscus burned with inward flame,
+And in the village happy song and shout
+Proclaimed the day was fair. Blue upon blue
+The bright waves glittered like a shattered star
+Set in the silver crescent of the sand.
+The palm trees' plume uplifted dauntlessly
+To call the morning. At the forest's brim
+The day was made alive by human flowers,
+Sweet maidens who against the emerald
+Showed warm and brown in purest harmony.
+The fierce bright flame that is the tropic sea
+Burned on their eyes and called them to its heart.
+Like eager sea birds they forgot the land,
+And, happy as the amorous waves, they gave
+Their slim brown bodies to the sea's embrace.
+They found them driftwood and astride they leapt
+The feathered breakers, one with daring skill
+Curved her sweet length to lie within the palm
+Of a strong wave, and so was brought to shore.
+"Taka," they cried, "has beaten us;" and all,
+Shaking the bright drops from their shining hair,
+With laugh and song sprang to the beach again,
+Sunning themselves to languor ere they made
+Their pretty toilet.
+Some had gathered flowers
+In fragrant wreaths, and others brought the grave
+Work of the morning. Yet because the wine--
+Sun of the South--gilds even toil, it seemed
+A poet's pastime. Scarlet beans they threaded
+Later to lie about some golden throat.
+Deftly they wove fine mats, and deftly twisted
+Bright witchery to adorn themselves, and snare
+Men's eyes. With little songs they pearled the air.
+Hush! it is Taka singing:--
+
+    "Far away
+  In a fountain dwelt a maiden;
+  When the silver moon was high
+  She was glad, but heavy laden
+  Was she when its light must die.
+    Far away.
+
+    "Far away
+  Came a stranger brave to love her,
+  Loved her when the moon was high;
+  When the moon was pale above her
+  Love grew pale and like to die
+    Far away.
+
+    "Far away
+  From the fountain's mist he drew her
+  Happy while the moon was high,
+  Waning, fled she, her pursuer
+  Held her back, and saw her die
+    Far away."
+
+"'Tis a sad song for morning," cried the maids--
+"And for a bride. Come, Hopa, sing of laughter."
+Hopa sang:--
+
+  "Little brown streams,
+  Slim as my fingers,
+  Running and laughing
+  While the light lingers,
+  Have you no dreams,
+  Little brown streams?
+
+  "Little brown maidens,
+  Laughing and weeping,
+  Singing and dancing,
+  All the night sleeping,
+  Have you no lovers,
+  Little brown maidens?"
+
+Afar there sounded in the mellow breeze
+The rhythmic movement of the maidens' toil;
+Before them on the sand a snowy sheet
+Lay spread,--the tapa cloth; tutunga trees
+Yield them their inner bark, and lightly then
+The maidens tap the fibres till they join,
+Made firm with scented gums and bright with dyes,
+To form a fabric that a bride might choose,
+And this was for a bride. Among the rest
+One maiden shone; a moon beside her stars,
+Taka, the fair. Her father was the chief
+Of this small village. His the splendid store
+Of kava bowls for which the isle is famed,
+The shining fish-hooks, fairest of mother of pearl,
+Great mats from ancient days with border rare
+Of crimson feathers, cruel tragic spears,
+Sweet unguents, necklaces of pearly shells
+Envied by maidens, and above them all
+Bales of the snowy tapa, made by hands
+Subtle, wise hands of women, over whom
+The earth had long laid flowers.
+
+                    In the land
+Where history is but a charming tale
+Droned by old men at twilight, future days
+Pleasantly certain as the next repast,
+Where gods and goddesses appear as  birds,
+Trees, plants or moonlight, gently rising tide,
+And shining girdle of leaves,--all homely things,
+Which hold the people's hearts.--In this fair land
+Taka was born. Thro' sixteen years of  moon
+And tropic sun she blossomed in the air.
+Chilled by no frost, the world unconsciously
+Mirrored her sweetness back to her. The sun
+Had kissed her skin to a warm topaz;  rare
+As dusky wealth of Autumn, her sweet breast,
+Gleaming and bare, was hung with ropes of flowers
+Yellow and white, and in her curling hair
+Glimmered the pure gardenia. All the  braves
+Wished her for wife, but old Akau the  chief,
+Knowing Uhila's prowess and the blood
+Left by an English forbear in his veins,
+Knowing that Taka too could boast, or  mourn,
+A foreign ancestry, had lately pledged
+His daughter to this brave, and now the  village
+Made preparations for the marriage. There
+By the warm sea the maidens paid their  court
+To Taka, who so soon would leave their  gay
+Indifferent frolic lives to wed the grave
+Stern chief. She did not falter at the  choice.
+Love which the maidens sang was but a  word;
+She wished no better fate than to be  mated
+To a strong warrior whom her heart held  dear
+As friend to kind Akau. So she waited.
+In her slim hands she held a polished cup,
+The shell of cocoanut, which caught the  light
+Like a brown pool. The toil of many days
+Had turned the tawny shade to warmest black
+In gradual depths as shaded Taka's cheek;
+With perfumed oil her fingers gave caress
+And waked the hidden pictures in the grain,
+The yellow sand, the dusky amber girl,
+The brown perfected in the shining globe.
+Earth's monotones are justified in this.
+Close to her lolled small Hopa, blithe and gay
+As a young cricket, teasing all the rest
+With her sharp wit; often she dropped her work--
+The threading of bright flowers into wreaths--
+To look across the waves, and suddenly
+She called, "A sail, a little sail," and all
+Followed her pointing fingers. Far away,
+Tossed like a feather, black against the sky,
+Hovered a tiny craft, its unknown lines
+Marked it as stranger, and the maidens all
+Curiously watched its coming to the shore.
+
+All night the little shell with ceaseless dip
+And pause, and rise and dip again, had borne
+The trackless trade winds. Tui Tua Kau,
+"King of the Reefs," had ventured over far
+From Tonga's shore. Caught by a wanton gale,
+His idle racing, lengthened in a whim
+To cheat his laughing mates, grew a wild flight.
+The frail canoe seemed, on the angry sea,
+A sweet rose petal blown across the night.
+Yet wisely now the winds had mind to crown
+Their joyous undertaking, and upon
+The shores of Fiji's isles they drew their prize.
+The maidens on the shore had seen afar
+The stranger's coming, and the songs were stilled
+To hush of expectation. Even so
+A prince might come to claim his kingdom, lone,
+In a frail craft, with weary eyes, and hair
+Crowned with a fading wreath, more beautiful
+Than all their lovers, slender, strong and young.
+With one lithe spring he gained the yellow sand
+And caught the boat and drew it with a swing
+High on the beach,--its movement seemed alive.
+His sinewy fingers loosed the flapping sail,
+Gay shells clinked musical against the mast,
+And all the maidens, timorous as birds,
+Laughed at the sound with shy averted face.
+Then straight and slender as the cocoa palm,
+Straight as its shaft and crowned with shining hair,
+The stranger lifted up his head. The wreath,
+Faded yet still alive thro' ocean's breath,
+Drooped o'er his brows. His flashing sun-bright eyes
+Struck thro' the group of girls as shoots a dart,
+And caught and quivered in sweet Taka's breast.
+More noble than the rest, she scorned to fear,
+And graceful in her modesty she faltered,
+Then came to meet and greet the stranger  guest.
+Erect she faced him, o'er her brow the frail
+Curves of the crest she wore, antennæ-wise,
+Trembled a little. As a maid beseems,
+Her eyes drooped from his gaze, yet not too soon
+To miss the gleam with which he caught the first
+Flash of her beauty. With that glance he gained--
+Half conscious of a gladness--that this maid
+Was still for winning. As the custom is
+Her hair fell in twin braids, and were she wed
+They had been sacrificed to that estate.
+Maiden she was, his eyes caressed the sign
+Black o'er the topaz beauty of her breast.
+The stranger spoke. "Malua am I called;
+I hold for title Tui Tua Kau.
+Over the violent seas, beneath the frown,
+Cold and untoward, of a starless sky,
+The waves of chance have borne me; thro' the night
+Around me and above the pitiless trades
+Were blind with darkness, blown like maiden's hair
+Across my face. As palm trees beaten by wind,
+The tortured breakers tossed their streaming crests,
+And all the light of all my life seemed dead--
+Then--morning broke, and I behold the sun!"--
+He held her with his gaze and found her eyes--
+"On Tonga's shore I reigned a chief, and now
+I am a beggar at your mercy." Then
+The young pride mounting to his cheek, he cried,
+"Nay, but I jested, for I come so far
+To green Kambara for a lordly bowl
+Fit for the kava of a chief."
+
+                    She smiled,
+And with the smile Malua felt the blood
+Leap in his heart, his heart inviolate
+Never before so stirred 'neath woman's eyes.
+"Come, then, with me," said Taka, and the beach
+Stretched from their feet, a ribbon that should bind
+In its white length the heaven to the earth.
+With delicate step she led him to the hut
+Where old Akau gave him kindly greeting.
+A little in the shadow, where the gourds
+And strange sweet herbs--soft musty fragrances--
+Hung swinging from the beams about her head,
+Taka withdrew. Her wide eyes opened wide,
+And, lightly folded on her golden breast,
+Her two hands lay like flowers.
+
+                    In the light
+Bright as a sun god sat Malua listening
+With greatest reverence to the aged man,
+Who spoke to him of ancient, long dead things
+While he displayed his wealth of burnished cups
+Out of the splendid eld. "My son," he said,
+"Yours is dim future, mine the deathless past;
+Heroes have died for me and yet shall die,
+And all the glory of the virgin earth
+Yields up its sweets to me, for now I rest
+And stretch my withered sinews in the sun
+And wait for peaceful death; because your lips
+Are innocent, and dawn is in your eyes,
+I give you of my store the fairest treasure.
+After my Taka, you have won my heart."
+In his strong hand he laid a bowl; for this
+The ages had paid toll, soft lightnings shone
+From its brown glory, carved most royally.
+He raised the kava bowl aloft, the sun
+Struck on its shining rim, and straight as a spear
+Shivered the dusk where Taka stood. The light
+Lay on her swelling throat, and showed her eyes
+Starred like a tropic night. The stranger's hand
+Trembled a little, and his quick-drawn breath
+Carried a message from his breast to hers.
+They left the hut together. From the clear
+Bright heat of noon they turned, and took their way
+Into the greenly silent forest. Leaves
+Flickered above wet blossoms, simple sounds
+Of homely labor borne upon the breeze
+Made them the more alone. They spoke of Love,
+A mighty word to ease the strange new pain
+Born in their hearts.
+
+                    Sudden the path grew wide--
+A little space deprived of flowers and life--
+"The house of sandal wood," said Taka, pointing,
+And there, the last home of a chief, it lay.
+White shells and snowy pebbles girt him round
+In his great mould of clay, and all his spears
+And clubs of war kept vigil, showing still
+His might in battle. Shrill the parrot's scream
+Rang on the desolation, and the trees
+Seemed to withdraw their shadows from the place
+Sacred to death, the violent crime of war.
+A little shadow darkened Taka's heart,
+Could this sweet world contain both death and love?
+She sought Malua's eyes to be assured
+That love lives always.
+
+                    He had gone before
+To hold the leaves for her to pass, and softly
+She came, and like a golden butterfly
+Her small hand fluttered down upon his arm.
+He caught his breath as tho' the leaping blood
+That fled before this touch were very flame,
+Then slowly, slowly turned, and in her eyes
+Gave up his heart's desire. No word was said.
+She knew not that she loved, he only  knew
+She was the moon of women; but their hearts,
+Wiser than they, had flowered into one.
+Then as she passed beneath the swinging leaves,
+He caught the wreath wherewith on Tonga's shore
+The maids had crowned him "King of Love and Beauty,"
+And cast it from him with a high disdain
+Of token other than from Taka's hand.
+She laughed to see it, and her step was light
+Along the flowery way.
+
+                            Love in this land
+Grows into perfect stature as the swift
+Sweet growth of nature. In these gracious souls
+Love stood full-armed, godlike, from birth. Their lips
+Whispered of life and laughter, but their hearts,
+Singing together, told each other clear:
+
+"Ah, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say,
+Catch up life's song, its lightest, merriest word,
+Pledge deep the golden sun, the breeze and bird,
+Draw down long lashes over happy eyes,
+That none may guess the light that in them lies,
+Nor with what secret smile your lips are stirred.
+The moonlight is so short, so long the day,
+Nay, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say."
+
+The whole world laughed with flowers overhead,
+The sky a hollow sapphire ached with blue,
+The green bright sea gave jewels to the sun,
+And all the air was love that doting earth
+Breathed to the sun, her lover.
+
+                                 In the midst
+Two radiant gods with brave, wide eyes, and hair
+Crowned with the beatific spring, they stood,--
+Taka, the fair, and young Malua, fierce,
+Passionate-hearted youth, and passionate youth;
+Faltering before her innocent gaze, he cried,
+"Dare I adore?" so crystal clear she seemed
+A silver dewdrop in the rose of dawn.
+And Taka, trembling: "How can he be mine,
+So strong, so fair, a god with heart of flame!"
+And so they strove against their hearts and lived
+Long lives of hope and fear and love's sweet pain
+Within a heart-beat. But the time was near!
+
+There in mid-forest, rimmed with leaves jade green,
+All singing in the sun,--as deep and brown
+As Taka's eyes,--the pool disclosed itself.
+Across the clear light of the morning, showers
+Of fiery jewels shone against the trees,--
+Rubies, bright sapphires, purple amethyst,
+Topaz, fierce opal, grass-green emeralds
+Flitting and darting;--were they only birds!
+Flower made bird or bird made flower, they seemed
+To eyes newborn upon a world of love.
+The air was heavy with strange scents, the old
+Familiar perfumes seemed so rarely sweet,
+The jasmine was the very breath of love.
+And when they rested on a flowery bank,
+And Taka wove the red hibiscus wreath
+To crown Malua, as he gazed at her,
+Stretched at her feet, his chin upon his hand,
+The whole long world had waited but for this.
+
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+  "My dream was of thee at sunrise
+    With light steps over the sea.
+  Lonely upon the mountain,
+    I woke from my sleep for thee."
+
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+  "The wild dark rocks were round me,
+    The flowery maids were gone;
+  I woke, thou--bright as lightning
+    Beside me--waited the dawn.
+
+  "Weaving the rosy wreath,
+    I weave my life in a dream.
+  Thou camest through dawn on the sea,
+    Red flower on a sunlit stream."
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+
+She laid the scarlet wreath upon his hair.
+"My King," she whispered, and Malua's eyes--
+Boy, spite of all his battles--filled with tears
+Wrung from his burdened heart. He caught her hand;
+The lake was hushed with noon-tide, far away
+A fond bird starred the forest with a cry.
+Then Taka turned, and in her eyes a light--
+The light of summer moon in water still--
+And in her face the glamour of moon and star,
+On which the crimson petals of her lips
+Lay trembling, eager wings to her new soul,
+Love was confessed.
+
+                    The day went swiftly on.
+Malua left her side to gather fruits
+For a love feast together. In a dream
+His heart had moved, and like a child he longed
+To prove it real by sweet familiar ways,
+Serving his fairest lady while their laughter
+Fell on the air like music. Taka, waiting
+On the green bank his coming, told her heart:
+"Not for his beauty only, tho' his eyes
+Burn into mine more beautiful than the night,
+Not for the corded muscle in his arm
+Which broke a great branch that would stay my path,
+Not for his voice, a murmur of soft seas,
+Nor all the gracious ways he knows so well,
+Not for his love that breaks within his eyes,--
+All these are dear, are dearer than my life,
+But for himself I love him," Taka dreamed.
+"To be his sister, nay, his mother then,
+To welcome him from hunting with my eyes,
+To fight his battles with the other women,
+To triumph in his triumphs, yet perchance
+Be happier if when vanquished he would come
+Safe in my arms for shelter. If I might
+But suffer for his sake and see him stand
+Stronger and happier--he should never guess--
+But I might sometimes touch his hair and know
+The curls that clung around my fingers mine,
+Bought by my pain as he, Malua, mine.
+Just so the heaven belongs to each small star
+Fixed by its gracious power eternally."
+
+Thro' the late afternoon Uhila came.
+The Earth was idle, on her knees her hand
+Opened, relaxed and empty, and her eyes
+Closed to the ardent sun. The village slept,
+Waiting for evening's cool. Uhila came;
+Over his shoulder like a silver shroud
+He brought the gleaming fish. The purple shadows
+Lay in soft pools about the palms; the leaves,
+Listless as weary love, hung motionless,
+And the hot green gave color to the air,
+The world viewed through an emerald.
+He came,
+And to Akau's hut he brought his gift,
+A mighty fish to grace the wedding feast.
+And where was Taka? All the gorgeous day
+She had been absent, old Akau told;
+And of the stranger, wanderer, with eyes
+Lit by the fires of youth, Akau told,
+Like a glad wind of morning bearing spring,
+Spring with the heart of summer, and his brow
+Crowned with the calm white flowers of innocence.
+Uhila knew, in days long past he too
+Had wandered thro' the forest in the glory
+And glow of youth.
+
+              With mouth set stern and grim
+He followed to the pool. His heart was stirred
+With turbulent emotions. She was his,--
+Taka was his, the blossom that should cheer
+The winter of his age. His springing step
+Was stealthy as a tiger's, and the way
+Was clear before him. Rightly was he named
+The lightning; keen and cruel he would flash
+Into this sky of love, death in his hand.
+The path was strewn with little crimson flowers
+Scarlet festooned the trees, or was it blood
+That danced within his eyes? His thoughts were vague:
+Death, mercy, love, but strongest was desire
+Merely to see and satisfy his fear.
+Sudden he saw them, and he hid his eyes
+Before the sight, then strained to see again
+Taka, her arms piled high with blossoms, stood,
+An amber goddess of spring with flying hair
+Beneath a flower-bent branch, whose leaves had caught
+One of her sun-kissed curls. Malua watched her.
+Laughing, she would have torn away the tress
+And with the effort all the starry flowers
+Drifted like snow across their bended heads,
+But with a low cry he withheld her hand,
+And standing where she needs must turn to see
+His two arms o'er her slender shoulder laid,
+With fingers little used to gentler arts
+His timid touch unloosed her perfumed hair,
+Too near--for aught but that her curving throat
+Should be upturned to meet his sure caress,
+And all the blossoms drifted thro' the air
+And fell like blessings on their bended heads.
+
+Uhila bore no more; his heart was great
+With unshed tears; their beauty and their love
+Touched like soft music on his injured soul
+With infinite sadness and a hopeless calm.
+He left them there and sought the forest shades
+To search his heart. A great nobility
+Slept in his native breast, and those pale drops
+Of northern blood had taught him self-control
+And might of mercy. To and fro he paced,
+Learning his lesson. Taka, little moon
+Sent by the gods to light his loneliness,
+Was his no longer. He must twist his heart,
+Wried with grim pain, to smiles of pleasantness.
+Ah, it was great. Uhila should be great,
+Giving her to Malua as a gift,
+Showing Akau how he wished no more
+To wed so young a maid, and then the tears
+Broke from his eyes and burned his throbbing breast.
+Homeward he turned, and all the sleepy birds
+Twittered good-night--and almost was he glad.
+In the cool green of evening, silent now
+Save for their beating hearts, the lovers came
+Back to the village. In the stranger's honor
+The people made a feast. The air was filled
+With busy sounds of preparation. Some
+Brought driftwood for the fires, some gathered flowers
+To deck themselves, and all the fruitful earth
+Was robbed of its delights for beauty's sake.
+Before the feasting Chief Akau rose,
+Grave and majestic, for the evening prayer;
+Pouring libation from the kava bowl
+In a deep silence, to the gods he cried,
+
+  "Take of our offering, O you mighty gods,
+  Look on this people kindly, let them prosper
+  In health and increase. Let the fecund ground
+  Grant us, your creatures, life to serve you well.
+  Take of our offering, O you gods of war,
+  Let men be brave and triumph in your name.
+  Take of our offering, O you gods of sea,
+  Spare us your wrath, and in your might depart
+  Along the ocean to some far off shore.
+  Take of our offering, all you mighty gods."
+
+The feasting ended, round the fires they gathered,
+Wise aged men telling anew their tales
+Of youth, sweet purposeless youth which dreams of stars
+The while it gathers weeds--of battles dire.
+Their thin cold blood warmed with grim memories
+Of gods they told, of goddesses with hair
+Streaming across the sunset, and of dear
+Women long dead, and then the maidens came,
+Singing their little songs. One sang of love:
+
+  "The breath of spring is in his hair,
+  He needs no crimson necklaces
+  To win the favor of the fair.
+
+  "The full moon leaned to kiss his eyes,
+  The fairies brought him purple flowers,
+  The flowers of love, and made him wise.
+
+  "The maidens die for his disdain,
+  His heart strikes silver lightning,
+  Their warm tears stir the flowers like rain.
+
+  "The breath of love is in his hair,
+  He needs no crimson necklaces
+  To win the fairest of the fair."
+
+Another sang of the sad mothers, lone
+In their dark homes at evening, while beyond
+The limitless twilight on some field of war
+Their hearts lie dead.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    Keen in the rain and sunshine
+  For glorious splendid deeds,
+  You are gathered as idle weeds.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    The mighty gods were jealous,
+  Your virtues shone like a star;
+  The enemy came from afar!
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    Vengeance shall follow soon,
+  Your people shall blast the foe
+  Or ever the cold winds blow.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    My life is an empty shell,
+  No one has heard my moan,
+  I sit in the dark alone."
+
+Then of the gods they sang,--a moonlight song:
+
+  "Sleep, O soft little winds,
+    Restless whispering grass,
+  Reeds of the water-ways sway not,
+    Sleep, that the gods may pass.
+
+  "Deepen, you dreams of the sleepers,
+    Veil you, O fire of the moon.
+  Darken, you silver of stars,
+    Sleep, for the gods come soon.
+
+  "Sleep, for the gods who sleep not
+    Pass on the midnight's breath;
+  Mystical, magical, secret,
+    Sleep, for to wake is death."
+
+And after singing came the dance; the brown
+Lithe women decked with bright fantastic hues
+Wavered into the circle of the light.
+Kneeling, they wove their spells. As gracious flowers
+Swayed by the winds of evening, they were blown
+By breezes of desire. The eye was filled
+With luxury of soft motion and the sound
+Of soft monotonous chanting charmed the ear.
+Then in their midst came Taka, and she stood,
+Waiting the signal. Slow she raised her arms,
+Slow as tho' ages hung upon her hands
+Heavy with burdened love. The music hushed.
+Deep in the mystery of her steady eyes
+Lingered the secret of the world, and then
+Laughter and light came dancing from her smile.
+Her fingers fluttered on the harp of love,
+And every chord uttered itself again
+Within some dusky heart. The earth was still.
+The warm night air was strong with heavy scent
+Of oil upon the dancers and the flowers
+That decked their breasts and hair. Malua's soul
+Fainted beneath the load of so much love,
+And when the dance was finished, and her eyes
+Held him for one long second ere she smiled
+And stole away, he knew for death or life
+His spirit lay within her golden hands.
+
+Woe for Uhila! As the twilight glow
+Faded in soft immeasurable plains
+Of darkness, so the beauty in his heart
+Faded in clouds of wrath. The great fire blazed--
+A ruby in the raven hair of night--
+And clear across the flames Uhila saw
+His rival, garlanded with blossoms, pale,
+Calm as a happy lover. Could he smile
+Over his empty hands and meekly bow--
+Uhila bow!--to taste a stranger's whip!
+Death snapped the sparks, and Vengeance hurled the flames.
+Like blood the fire fell o'er the bare young heart,
+And he who watched in one mad bound foresaw
+How blood indeed might flash across that breast.
+The high resolve grew dim in that fierce light,
+"'Tis noble, strong;" then, in a stab of keen
+Humor, he saw again a native brave
+Decking his naked body with the coat
+Crowned with the hat of some sea-faring man,--
+Aping the civilization of his stride
+Till his new prowess fell to comrade's jeers.
+So with a tiger heart it were to wear
+A grave forgiveness of this wanton wrong.
+The primal lust had burst the slender bar,
+Weak white man's morals. Now to slay and slay.
+
+Darkling, he fixed Malua with his eyes,
+Noting each shadow of his changing thoughts,
+When the dear dreams centred on Taka, dreams
+Dimming his sight. Holding his lips apart,
+He slowly rose, Uhila following,
+For in the dark the music of her face
+Smote on the boy till he could bear no more
+The feasting and the firelight; silently
+He rose and stole away. The night was still,
+And "Taka, Taka, Taka," rang his soul
+Against the stars. He felt infinity
+Above him brood, and knew the mighty gods,
+Who once in every lifetime drop an hour
+Of their remembrance fraught with godlike bliss
+To luckless man, had turned on him their eyes.
+Unconsciously his feet retraced the path
+To the dark pool where joy had birth that day.
+The scents that wake when the cool dusk begins
+Lapped him luxuriously; the heavy sweet
+Of passionate gardenia,--kiss made flower,--
+White as his turbulent love, was as the crown
+And climax of the jasmine stars that breathed
+His love in placid day, and when he paused
+Beside the pool, the forest held its breath.
+
+"O sweet, O beautiful!" Malua cried,
+His young eyes blazing to the tropic night.
+"Never before, since all the gods were young,
+Was woman loved as I love Taka." Then,
+Caught in a very ecstasy of love,
+He laid his arms about a slender tree,
+White in the moonlight, and his fevered cheek
+Pressed on its cooling stem. With broken music
+Shaken from his breast, he cried on Taka,--
+Little happy words that mothers whisper
+Above their sleeping babes. "If love could find
+A way to utter love without her lips!"
+Her lips, her eyes, the music of her voice--
+Death would be easy on her golden heart.
+He pictured her at twilight in the door
+Of their far home, with eager arms outstretched
+To welcome him from toil; how she would stand
+A queen among the other women, crowned
+With crimson flowers. How had he won her, he
+A stranger to her people and her blood!
+For in her veins the stream ran pale, but, "Ah,"
+He cried, "my kiss shall burn it red again.
+White she may be, a queen, my queen, she is,
+And still my slave in fetters of my love."
+
+Uhila watched him from the shadow.
+Gods!
+How young he was! as Vave, the swift-footed
+Splendidly strong, an innocent god of war.
+The morn with chilly lips laid myriad kisses
+About his beauty, slipped thro' jealous leaves
+Dripping with silver and fantastic fingers
+Reached to caress him from the amorous trees.
+Hither and forth he paced; Uhila's eyes
+Ached with his hatred of the sight; at length
+"Taka," Malua cried, and stretched his arms
+Rigid in air, his face against the sky.
+The goad was in Uhila's soul, he leapt
+Into the moonlight and upon his foe.
+Fixed to the ground, they strove as giant trees
+Tossing fierce branches in a storm; their wrath
+Smote on them like a tempest, hot with hate.
+Malua knew a curse was in the hands
+That sought his throat, and in the blazing eyes
+Close to his own. Life would defend fair life
+As chief and Taka's lover. Round the shoulders
+Dark and strong, straining to his heaving breast,
+He threw his arms, and locked in that embrace
+They stood a moment, breathing with the quick
+Sharp catch of weary runners. Then a turn--
+Raising his knee, Uhila strove in vain
+To throw his enemy. Upon their heads
+And swaying bodies lay the silver light
+Of the bright moon. The great night seemed to pause
+Chin upon hand to watch the struggle, air
+Hushed to retain the hoarse and laboring sobs
+Such strain brought forth. Their shining bodies, oiled
+In honor of the feast, granted no hold
+To the fierce gripping arms.
+
+                              Then suddenly
+Uhila sprang aside and grasped a branch,
+A rough, harsh weapon--for they were unarmed.
+Wary they watched each other's eyes, like beasts
+Stealthy, retreating, circling with heads low,
+Bodies bent for the catch. Malua sprang
+Close to Uhila, caught his murderous hand,
+And with the branch between them, all its thorns
+Tearing their breasts, they strove once more. The moon
+Glittered in troubled ripples, they had come
+Under the shadow of the trees, the dark
+Goaded Uhila's soul anew, his blood,
+Blazing with conflict, gave him mad-man's strength
+And devil's skill. His straining form relaxed,
+Heavily slipping earthward; ere Malua
+Could gain fresh hold upon his fainting foe,
+Uhila with a twist had laid him low,
+Knee on his breast, lean fingers at his throat
+Seizing his life.
+
+                    Malua's eyes grew dim,
+The gentle stars seen faint thro' hanging leaves
+Wavered uncertainly; his brain seemed black,
+Confused with horrid death, the dewy moss
+He lay on failed beneath him. Suddenly
+Hanging upon the brittle rim of death,
+His outstretched hand, gripping the scattered leaves,
+Closed on a sharp stone, instinct more than brain
+Showed him the way; he raised his weapon, struck
+And struck and struck again.
+The night looked down
+Waning, and saw thro' tangled boughs a still,
+Dead figure on the troubled earth. All stained
+With crimson blood, there lay a crimson wreath,
+And thro' the forest stole a dusky shade
+Fleeing he knew not where save that he 'scaped
+Death, that was lying by the forest pool.
+
+At dawn the weary boy, who thro' the night
+Had cried his love and anguish to the dark,
+Wandering half crazed thro' forest deeps unknown,
+Feeling upon his throat the hand of hate,
+Feeling upon his heart the still more potent
+Fingers of love, came to the open shore
+Waiting for day. The restless, eager foam,
+Stretching white arms around the sleeping earth,
+Woke his great love anew. The loneliness
+Of open spaces set his hungry soul
+Dreaming of Taka, Taka who should come
+And fill the empty world for him. The sky
+Paled at the thought. The dawn was stealing near,
+Glimmering faintly on the edge of night.
+He could delay no longer; like a thief
+He must secure his jewel in the dark.
+In the vast pause that presages the morn
+He came to Taka's door. Ajar it stood,
+And on the mats within he saw revealed
+The pure young oval of her perfect face.
+"Taka, my little one," Malua whispered,
+And thro' her dreams "Malua" passed her lips,
+Slipping insensibly to waking. So
+She saw him at the door and came to him,
+Her dewy dreams still warm within her eyes,
+And gave her face to passionate caress.
+Then with soft, broken words he told again
+His love, and after when her heart was full
+Of glad acceptance, as a flash of fire
+Searing his image on her soul, he told
+How blood had paid the price of love.
+
+                                She heard,
+And daylight ebbed before her eyes to faint
+White mist, then refluent turned and smote
+Her heart's eyes with the horror of the truth.
+Uhila dead. Uhila with the smile
+That woke for her alone. Her thoughts, like leaves
+Blown by cold winds, were scattered, and the words
+"Uhila dead" was but a symbol grim
+Of darkness. All the past, her happy life
+Flower in the sun, her home, and all the dear
+Familiar duties, all her life to come
+Woven with thoughts of kind Uhila, all
+Struck to the ground by murder. In her blood
+The pale drops cried to heaven against the wrong,
+Wrong to her people and her love, till now
+So beautiful.
+
+                        Malua knew her pain,
+And how upon its verdict hung his life.
+Death's flame had touched the golden rose of love.
+If it be dross or gold, the test should tell.
+The black gulf night that lies 'twixt dawn and dawn,
+Deepened by darker sin,--could frail love, tired
+With passion, hope to bridge the perilous way?
+His brain cried, "No," his heart, "Ah, Gods, but yes
+Or I shall die."
+
+                       He laid a tender arm
+About the shrinking child and drew her forth
+Along the forest path. She did not hear
+The morning birds who blithely welcomed  day,
+She did not see the dew upon the leaves,
+Glamour of dawn, but dazed with love and pain,
+Yielding to that she knew not, kept the way
+Towards the forest pool.
+
+                          It seemed to them,
+Waiting the unutterable moment of their loss
+Or utmost gain, as tho' the swinging earth
+Was emptied of all life, the very air
+Seemed hollow and unearthly, breathless pause
+On a great brink. They reached the pool, and Taka
+Gathered her senses till her eyes were clear
+As shining wells of truth. She leaned no more
+Helpless upon Malua, tho' his arm
+Circled her still. Before them on the path,
+Noble and dead, with mute hands pleading, eyes
+Subtle with secrets of eternity,
+Waited Uhila.
+
+                      In a moment's space
+Malua knew the utter pangs of death
+Strong as his soul. And Taka must be free,
+Free to decide between the mighty dead
+And him, the weakest of all living men.
+He spoke no word, the blood of youth once more
+Fought with the skill, the power, the eloquence
+Of great familiar age. If Taka drew
+From out his arms and love a heart-beat's time,
+She had decided, and Uhila won.
+This the boy knew. Taka had seen him, Ah!
+Her woman's heart in pity and distress
+Shivered as tho' cold death had laid a hand
+Upon her brow. Malua felt a hell
+Deep as the world, and then--the sky, pale stars,
+Rose dawn, unfathomed heaven rocked in his heart
+With tumult of his glory. Taka turned,
+Drew closer in his arm, and raising up
+Her flowery face smiled in his eyes.
+                    'Twas done--
+Death, life and passionate passion burned away
+In the white flame of love.
+                    Uhila lay
+Vanquished, forgotten. Turning to the sea,
+Taka, Malua, children of the sun,
+Went forth to meet the sunrise and the day.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: The Rose of Dawn
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+        <span style="font-size: 220%;"><br /><i>THE ROSE OF DAWN</i></span><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 140%;">A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA</span><br /><br /><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 160%;"><i>By</i> HELEN HAY</span><br /><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 120%;">With a Drawing by</span><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 130%;">JOHN LA FARGE</span><br />
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+        <span style="font-size: 120%;"><i>NEW YORK</i></span><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 120%;">R. H. RUSSELL</span><br />
+        <span style="font-size: 100%;"><i>MDCCCCI</i></span><br /><br /><br />
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+<p class='center'><i>Copyright, 1901, by</i> R. H. RUSSELL</p>
+
+<p class='center'>University Press &middot; John Wilson<br />and Son &middot; Cambridge, U.S.A.</p>
+
+<hr class='major' />
+
+<p style='text-align: center; padding-bottom: 2em;'><span style='font-size: 180%'><i>The</i> ROSE OF DAWN</span><br />
+<span style='font-size: 140%'><i>A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA</i></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem">
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">1</a></span>
+<span>Somnolent, vast, inert, the darkness lay</span><br />
+<span>Waiting for dawn. Across the ocean stirred</span><br />
+<span>A luminous haze, not light, but whispering light,</span><br />
+<span>So softly yet, the islands had not heard.</span><br />
+<span>The mystery of sleep was in the trees</span><br />
+<span>And on the weary stars. A little cry</span><br />
+<span>That broke the silence seemed a sacrilege.</span><br />
+<span>Then thro' the palm trees glided like a ghost</span><br />
+<span>A dusky form; the curtain of the dark</span><br />
+<span>Was rent with life, the forest brought forth men.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Instinct with morning every eye was bright,</span><br />
+<span>Tho' sleep so lately lay across their lids.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">2</a></span>
+<span>No sinister intent had called them forth</span><br />
+<span>Upon the shadows. May held out her hands,</span><br />
+<span>And all the men who dared the dangerous sport</span><br />
+<span>Were faring where the great bonita played,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Strong shining fish below the mid sea waves.</span><br />
+<span>Upon the beach beneath the paling moon</span><br />
+<span>The boats were launched. Amid the busy stir</span><br />
+<span>One man stood idle; as a chief might order,</span><br />
+<span>He bade the youths prepare his long canoe.</span><br />
+<span>With folded arms he gravely watched the rest</span><br />
+<span>And gave them salutation haughtily.</span><br />
+<span>Uhila<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> was he called, and in his veins</span><br />
+<span>There ran a slender stream of northern blood.</span><br />
+<span>He bore upon his old and indolent heart,</span><br />
+<span>Scarred with the sins of war, a white device.</span><br />
+<span>Taka, daughter of chiefs and Fiji's pride,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">3</a></span>Lily of maidens, was betrothed to him;<br />
+<span>Desirous eyes kinged him with envy's crown.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes">
+<p class="footnote"><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1">[1]</a> The lightning.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Scraping across the beach the boats were launched,</span><br />
+<span>And as they touched the waves, they seemed to take</span><br />
+<span>New shape and dignity with that caress</span><br />
+<span>Of little lapping ripples round the prow.</span><br />
+<span>Uhila led the fleet as one who knew</span><br />
+<span>His right by reason of his age and skill.</span><br />
+<span>The little isle seemed now a sleeping maid</span><br />
+<span>Kirtled in green, the beach her snowy breast</span><br />
+<span>Veined with the purple brooks that sought the sea.</span><br />
+<span>Uhila watched it fade below the blue,</span><br />
+<span>Crouched in the bow, his grizzled chin in hand,</span><br />
+<span>Taking his ease, while small Kuma, keen-eyed,</span><br />
+<span>Famed for his daring, paddled lustily.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">4</a></span>
+<span>The dawn had not yet broken, and the soft</span><br />
+<span>Beautiful haze that veils the birth of day</span><br />
+<span>Hung on the water. Loath to break the peace,</span><br />
+<span>Men gave their orders in hushed tones, the clean</span><br />
+<span>Chill of the morning wrapt their naked bodies.</span><br />
+<span>Then, as a slow blush mounts the cheek, a light</span><br />
+<span>Breathed from the sea, and all the air seemed warm</span><br />
+<span>As at the touch of spring, a violet streak,</span><br />
+<span>A pale leaf green, a golden, and a rose</span><br />
+<span>Broke in the sky, and morning was revealed.</span><br />
+<span>With a shrill cry, young Kuma raised his hand</span><br />
+<span>And pointed where with dip and shriek and wheel</span><br />
+<span>A flock of sea birds hovered; all the rest</span><br />
+<span>Echoed the call and bending to the paddle</span><br />
+<span>Shot o'er the waves, for now the fish were gained.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">5</a></span>
+<span>Uhila grasped his rod, and at the stern</span><br />
+<span>Tossed out the shining hook, with laugh and cheer</span><br />
+<span>A glint of silver flashed, then all the air</span><br />
+<span>Was gemmed with streaming stars. They came from deeps;</span><br />
+<span>From azure fairer than its mother sky</span><br />
+<span>Clouded with dazzling whitenesses of foam.</span><br />
+<span>Luck to their fishing:</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i8'>Now, fair and remote</span><br />
+<span>A scattered emerald from a broken chain</span><br />
+<span>Lying below the bending breast of heaven,</span><br />
+<span>The village had awakened,&mdash;once again</span><br />
+<span>Serene Kambara, island of the south,</span><br />
+<span>Exhaled its light upon the light of heaven.</span><br />
+<span>The verdure seemed to shine with lucent green,</span><br />
+<span>The red hibiscus burned with inward flame,</span><br />
+<span>And in the village happy song and shout</span><br />
+<span>Proclaimed the day was fair. Blue upon blue</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">6</a></span>
+<span>The bright waves glittered like a shattered star</span><br />
+<span>Set in the silver crescent of the sand.</span><br />
+<span>The palm trees' plume uplifted dauntlessly</span><br />
+<span>To call the morning. At the forest's brim</span><br />
+<span>The day was made alive by human flowers,</span><br />
+<span>Sweet maidens who against the emerald</span><br />
+<span>Showed warm and brown in purest harmony.</span><br />
+<span>The fierce bright flame that is the tropic sea</span><br />
+<span>Burned on their eyes and called them to its heart.</span><br />
+<span>Like eager sea birds they forgot the land,</span><br />
+<span>And, happy as the amorous waves, they gave</span><br />
+<span>Their slim brown bodies to the sea's embrace.</span><br />
+<span>They found them driftwood and astride they leapt</span><br />
+<span>The feathered breakers, one with daring skill</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">7</a></span>
+<span>Curved her sweet length to lie within the palm</span><br />
+<span>Of a strong wave, and so was brought to shore.</span><br />
+<span>"Taka," they cried, "has beaten us;" and all,</span><br />
+<span>Shaking the bright drops from their shining hair,</span><br />
+<span>With laugh and song sprang to the beach again,</span><br />
+<span>Sunning themselves to languor ere they made</span><br />
+<span>Their pretty toilet.</span><br />
+<span>Some had gathered flowers</span><br />
+<span>In fragrant wreaths, and others brought the grave</span><br />
+<span>Work of the morning. Yet because the wine&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Sun of the South&mdash;gilds even toil, it seemed</span><br />
+<span>A poet's pastime. Scarlet beans they threaded</span><br />
+<span>Later to lie about some golden throat.</span><br />
+<span>Deftly they wove fine mats, and deftly twisted</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">8</a></span>Bright witchery to adorn themselves, and snare<br />
+<span>Men's eyes. With little songs they pearled the air.</span><br />
+<span>Hush! it is Taka singing:&mdash;</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span class='i4'>"Far away</span><br />
+<span>In a fountain dwelt a maiden;</span><br />
+<span>When the silver moon was high</span><br />
+<span>She was glad, but heavy laden</span><br />
+<span>Was she when its light must die.</span><br />
+<span class='i4'>Far away.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span class='i4'>"Far away</span><br />
+<span>Came a stranger brave to love her,</span><br />
+<span>Loved her when the moon was high;</span><br />
+<span>When the moon was pale above her</span><br />
+<span>Love grew pale and like to die</span><br />
+<span class='i4'>Far away.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span class='i4'>"Far away</span><br />
+<span>From the fountain's mist he drew her</span><br />
+<span>Happy while the moon was high,</span><br />
+<span>Waning, fled she, her pursuer</span><br />
+<span>Held her back, and saw her die</span><br />
+<span class='i4'>Far away."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">9</a></span>
+<span>"'T is a sad song for morning," cried the maids&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>"And for a bride. Come, Hopa, sing of laughter."</span><br />
+<span>Hopa sang:&mdash;</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span>"Little brown streams,</span><br />
+<span>Slim as my fingers,</span><br />
+<span>Running and laughing</span><br />
+<span>While the light lingers,</span><br />
+<span>Have you no dreams,</span><br />
+<span>Little brown streams?</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span>"Little brown maidens,</span><br />
+<span>Laughing and weeping,</span><br />
+<span>Singing and dancing,</span><br />
+<span>All the night sleeping,</span><br />
+<span>Have you no lovers,</span><br />
+<span>Little brown maidens?"</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Afar there sounded in the mellow breeze</span><br />
+<span>The rhythmic movement of the maidens' toil;</span><br />
+<span>Before them on the sand a snowy sheet</span><br />
+<span>Lay spread,&mdash;the tapa cloth; tutunga trees</span><br />
+<span>Yield them their inner bark, and lightly then</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">10</a></span>
+<span>The maidens tap the fibres till they join,</span><br />
+<span>Made firm with scented gums and bright with dyes,</span><br />
+<span>To form a fabric that a bride might choose,</span><br />
+<span>And this was for a bride. Among the rest</span><br />
+<span>One maiden shone; a moon beside her stars,</span><br />
+<span>Taka, the fair. Her father was the chief</span><br />
+<span>Of this small village. His the splendid store</span><br />
+<span>Of kava bowls for which the isle is famed,</span><br />
+<span>The shining fish-hooks, fairest of mother of pearl,</span><br />
+<span>Great mats from ancient days with border rare</span><br />
+<span>Of crimson feathers, cruel tragic spears,</span><br />
+<span>Sweet unguents, necklaces of pearly shells</span><br />
+<span>Envied by maidens, and above them all</span><br />
+<span>Bales of the snowy tapa, made by hands</span><br />
+<span>Subtle, wise hands of women, over whom</span><br />
+<span>The earth had long laid flowers.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i8'>In the land</span><br />
+<span>Where history is but a charming tale</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">11</a></span>
+<span>Droned by old men at twilight, future days</span><br />
+<span>Pleasantly certain as the next repast,</span><br />
+<span>Where gods and goddesses appear as  birds,</span><br />
+<span>Trees, plants or moonlight, gently rising  tide,</span><br />
+<span>And shining girdle of leaves,&mdash;all homely  things,</span><br />
+<span>Which hold the people's hearts.&mdash;In this  fair land</span><br />
+<span>Taka was born. Thro' sixteen years of  moon</span><br />
+<span>And tropic sun she blossomed in the air.</span><br />
+<span>Chilled by no frost, the world unconsciously</span><br />
+<span>Mirrored her sweetness back to her. The sun</span><br />
+<span>Had kissed her skin to a warm topaz;  rare</span><br />
+<span>As dusky wealth of Autumn, her sweet breast,</span><br />
+<span>Gleaming and bare, was hung with ropes of flowers</span><br />
+<span>Yellow and white, and in her curling hair</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">12</a></span>
+<span>Glimmered the pure gardenia. All the  braves</span><br />
+<span>Wished her for wife, but old Akau the  chief,</span><br />
+<span>Knowing Uhila's prowess and the blood</span><br />
+<span>Left by an English forbear in his veins,</span><br />
+<span>Knowing that Taka too could boast, or  mourn,</span><br />
+<span>A foreign ancestry, had lately pledged</span><br />
+<span>His daughter to this brave, and now the  village</span><br />
+<span>Made preparations for the marriage. There</span><br />
+<span>By the warm sea the maidens paid their  court</span><br />
+<span>To Taka, who so soon would leave their  gay</span><br />
+<span>Indifferent frolic lives to wed the grave</span><br />
+<span>Stern chief. She did not falter at the  choice.</span><br />
+<span>Love which the maidens sang was but a  word;</span><br />
+<span>She wished no better fate than to be  mated</span><br />
+<span>To a strong warrior whom her heart held  dear</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">13</a></span>
+<span>As friend to kind Akau. So she waited.</span><br />
+<span>In her slim hands she held a polished cup,</span><br />
+<span>The shell of cocoanut, which caught the  light</span><br />
+<span>Like a brown pool. The toil of many days</span><br />
+<span>Had turned the tawny shade to warmest black</span><br />
+<span>In gradual depths as shaded Taka's cheek;</span><br />
+<span>With perfumed oil her fingers gave caress</span><br />
+<span>And waked the hidden pictures in the grain,</span><br />
+<span>The yellow sand, the dusky amber girl,</span><br />
+<span>The brown perfected in the shining globe.</span><br />
+<span>Earth's monotones are justified in this.</span><br />
+<span>Close to her lolled small Hopa, blithe and gay</span><br />
+<span>As a young cricket, teasing all the rest</span><br />
+<span>With her sharp wit; often she dropped her work&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>The threading of bright flowers into wreaths&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>To look across the waves, and suddenly</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">14</a></span>
+<span>She called, "A sail, a little sail," and all</span><br />
+<span>Followed her pointing fingers. Far away,</span><br />
+<span>Tossed like a feather, black against the sky,</span><br />
+<span>Hovered a tiny craft, its unknown lines</span><br />
+<span>Marked it as stranger, and the maidens all</span><br />
+<span>Curiously watched its coming to the shore.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>All night the little shell with ceaseless dip</span><br />
+<span>And pause, and rise and dip again, had borne</span><br />
+<span>The trackless trade winds. Tui Tua Kau,</span><br />
+<span>"King of the Reefs," had ventured over far</span><br />
+<span>From Tonga's shore. Caught by a wanton gale,</span><br />
+<span>His idle racing, lengthened in a whim</span><br />
+<span>To cheat his laughing mates, grew a wild flight.</span><br />
+<span>The frail canoe seemed, on the angry sea,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">15</a></span>
+<span>A sweet rose petal blown across the night.</span><br />
+<span>Yet wisely now the winds had mind to crown</span><br />
+<span>Their joyous undertaking, and upon</span><br />
+<span>The shores of Fiji's isles they drew their prize.</span><br />
+<span>The maidens on the shore had seen afar</span><br />
+<span>The stranger's coming, and the songs were stilled</span><br />
+<span>To hush of expectation. Even so</span><br />
+<span>A prince might come to claim his kingdom, lone,</span><br />
+<span>In a frail craft, with weary eyes, and hair</span><br />
+<span>Crowned with a fading wreath, more beautiful</span><br />
+<span>Than all their lovers, slender, strong and young.</span><br />
+<span>With one lithe spring he gained the yellow sand</span><br />
+<span>And caught the boat and drew it with a swing</span><br />
+<span>High on the beach,&mdash;its movement seemed alive.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">16</a></span>
+<span>His sinewy fingers loosed the flapping sail,</span><br />
+<span>Gay shells clinked musical against the mast,</span><br />
+<span>And all the maidens, timorous as birds,</span><br />
+<span>Laughed at the sound with shy averted face.</span><br />
+<span>Then straight and slender as the cocoa palm,</span><br />
+<span>Straight as its shaft and crowned with shining hair,</span><br />
+<span>The stranger lifted up his head. The wreath,</span><br />
+<span>Faded yet still alive thro' ocean's breath,</span><br />
+<span>Drooped o'er his brows. His flashing sun-bright eyes</span><br />
+<span>Struck thro' the group of girls as shoots a dart,</span><br />
+<span>And caught and quivered in sweet Taka's breast.</span><br />
+<span>More noble than the rest, she scorned to fear,</span><br />
+<span>And graceful in her modesty she faltered,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">17</a></span>
+<span>Then came to meet and greet the stranger  guest.</span><br />
+<span>Erect she faced him, o'er her brow the frail</span><br />
+<span>Curves of the crest she wore, antenn&aelig;-wise,</span><br />
+<span>Trembled a little. As a maid beseems,</span><br />
+<span>Her eyes drooped from his gaze, yet not too soon</span><br />
+<span>To miss the gleam with which he caught the first</span><br />
+<span>Flash of her beauty. With that glance he gained&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Half conscious of a gladness&mdash;that this maid</span><br />
+<span>Was still for winning. As the custom is</span><br />
+<span>Her hair fell in twin braids, and were she wed</span><br />
+<span>They had been sacrificed to that estate.</span><br />
+<span>Maiden she was, his eyes caressed the sign</span><br />
+<span>Black o'er the topaz beauty of her breast.</span><br />
+<span>The stranger spoke. "Malua am I called;</span><br />
+<span>I hold for title Tui Tua Kau.</span><br />
+<span>Over the violent seas, beneath the frown,</span><br />
+<span>Cold and untoward, of a starless sky,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">18</a></span>
+<span>The waves of chance have borne me; thro' the night</span><br />
+<span>Around me and above the pitiless trades</span><br />
+<span>Were blind with darkness, blown like maiden's hair</span><br />
+<span>Across my face. As palm trees beaten by wind,</span><br />
+<span>The tortured breakers tossed their streaming crests,</span><br />
+<span>And all the light of all my life seemed dead&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Then&mdash;morning broke, and I behold the sun!"&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>He held her with his gaze and found her eyes&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>"On Tonga's shore I reigned a chief, and now</span><br />
+<span>I am a beggar at your mercy." Then</span><br />
+<span>The young pride mounting to his cheek, he cried,</span><br />
+<span>"Nay, but I jested, for I come so far</span><br />
+<span>To green Kambara for a lordly bowl</span><br />
+<span>Fit for the kava of a chief."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>She smiled,</span><br />
+<span>And with the smile Malua felt the blood</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">19</a></span>
+<span>Leap in his heart, his heart inviolate</span><br />
+<span>Never before so stirred 'neath woman's eyes.</span><br />
+<span>"Come, then, with me," said Taka, and the beach</span><br />
+<span>Stretched from their feet, a ribbon that should bind</span><br />
+<span>In its white length the heaven to the earth.</span><br />
+<span>With delicate step she led him to the hut</span><br />
+<span>Where old Akau gave him kindly greeting.</span><br />
+<span>A little in the shadow, where the gourds</span><br />
+<span>And strange sweet herbs&mdash;soft musty fragrances&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Hung swinging from the beams about her head,</span><br />
+<span>Taka withdrew. Her wide eyes opened wide,</span><br />
+<span>And, lightly folded on her golden breast,</span><br />
+<span>Her two hands lay like flowers.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>In the light</span><br />
+<span>Bright as a sun god sat Malua listening</span><br />
+<span>With greatest reverence to the aged man,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">20</a></span>
+<span>Who spoke to him of ancient, long dead things</span><br />
+<span>While he displayed his wealth of burnished cups</span><br />
+<span>Out of the splendid eld. "My son," he said,</span><br />
+<span>"Yours is dim future, mine the deathless past;</span><br />
+<span>Heroes have died for me and yet shall die,</span><br />
+<span>And all the glory of the virgin earth</span><br />
+<span>Yields up its sweets to me, for now I rest</span><br />
+<span>And stretch my withered sinews in the sun</span><br />
+<span>And wait for peaceful death; because your lips</span><br />
+<span>Are innocent, and dawn is in your eyes,</span><br />
+<span>I give you of my store the fairest treasure.</span><br />
+<span>After my Taka, you have won my heart."</span><br />
+<span>In his strong hand he laid a bowl; for this</span><br />
+<span>The ages had paid toll, soft lightnings shone</span><br />
+<span>From its brown glory, carved most royally.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">21</a></span>
+<span>He raised the kava bowl aloft, the sun</span><br />
+<span>Struck on its shining rim, and straight as a spear</span><br />
+<span>Shivered the dusk where Taka stood. The light</span><br />
+<span>Lay on her swelling throat, and showed her eyes</span><br />
+<span>Starred like a tropic night. The stranger's hand</span><br />
+<span>Trembled a little, and his quick-drawn breath</span><br />
+<span>Carried a message from his breast to hers.</span><br />
+<span>They left the hut together. From the clear</span><br />
+<span>Bright heat of noon they turned, and took their way</span><br />
+<span>Into the greenly silent forest. Leaves</span><br />
+<span>Flickered above wet blossoms, simple sounds</span><br />
+<span>Of homely labor borne upon the breeze</span><br />
+<span>Made them the more alone. They spoke of Love,</span><br />
+<span>A mighty word to ease the strange new pain</span><br />
+<span>Born in their hearts.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">22</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i6'>Sudden the path grew wide&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>A little space deprived of flowers and life&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>"The house of sandal wood," said Taka, pointing,</span><br />
+<span>And there, the last home of a chief, it lay.</span><br />
+<span>White shells and snowy pebbles girt him round</span><br />
+<span>In his great mould of clay, and all his spears</span><br />
+<span>And clubs of war kept vigil, showing still</span><br />
+<span>His might in battle. Shrill the parrot's scream</span><br />
+<span>Rang on the desolation, and the trees</span><br />
+<span>Seemed to withdraw their shadows from the place</span><br />
+<span>Sacred to death, the violent crime of war.</span><br />
+<span>A little shadow darkened Taka's heart,</span><br />
+<span>Could this sweet world contain both death and love?</span><br />
+<span>She sought Malua's eyes to be assured</span><br />
+<span>That love lives always.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">23</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>He had gone before</span><br />
+<span>To hold the leaves for her to pass, and softly</span><br />
+<span>She came, and like a golden butterfly</span><br />
+<span>Her small hand fluttered down upon his arm.</span><br />
+<span>He caught his breath as tho' the leaping blood</span><br />
+<span>That fled before this touch were very flame,</span><br />
+<span>Then slowly, slowly turned, and in her eyes</span><br />
+<span>Gave up his heart's desire. No word was said.</span><br />
+<span>She knew not that she loved, he only  knew</span><br />
+<span>She was the moon of women; but their hearts,</span><br />
+<span>Wiser than they, had flowered into one.</span><br />
+<span>Then as she passed beneath the swinging leaves,</span><br />
+<span>He caught the wreath wherewith on Tonga's shore</span><br />
+<span>The maids had crowned him "King of Love and Beauty,"</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">24</a></span>
+<span>And cast it from him with a high disdain</span><br />
+<span>Of token other than from Taka's hand.</span><br />
+<span>She laughed to see it, and her step was light</span><br />
+<span>Along the flowery way.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>Love in this land</span><br />
+<span>Grows into perfect stature as the swift</span><br />
+<span>Sweet growth of nature. In these gracious souls</span><br />
+<span>Love stood full-armed, godlike, from birth. Their lips</span><br />
+<span>Whispered of life and laughter, but their hearts,</span><br />
+<span>Singing together, told each other clear:</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>"Ah, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say,</span><br />
+<span>Catch up life's song, its lightest, merriest word,</span><br />
+<span>Pledge deep the golden sun, the breeze and bird,</span><br />
+<span>Draw down long lashes over happy eyes,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">25</a></span>
+<span>That none may guess the light that in them lies,</span><br />
+<span>Nor with what secret smile your lips are stirred.</span><br />
+<span>The moonlight is so short, so long the day,</span><br />
+<span>Nay, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>The whole world laughed with flowers overhead,</span><br />
+<span>The sky a hollow sapphire ached with blue,</span><br />
+<span>The green bright sea gave jewels to the sun,</span><br />
+<span>And all the air was love that doting earth</span><br />
+<span>Breathed to the sun, her lover.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i12'>In the midst</span><br />
+<span>Two radiant gods with brave, wide eyes, and hair</span><br />
+<span>Crowned with the beatific spring, they stood,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Taka, the fair, and young Malua, fierce,</span><br />
+<span>Passionate-hearted youth, and passionate youth;</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">26</a></span>
+<span>Faltering before her innocent gaze, he cried,</span><br />
+<span>"Dare I adore?" so crystal clear she seemed</span><br />
+<span>A silver dewdrop in the rose of dawn.</span><br />
+<span>And Taka, trembling: "How can he be mine,</span><br />
+<span>So strong, so fair, a god with heart of flame!"</span><br />
+<span>And so they strove against their hearts and lived</span><br />
+<span>Long lives of hope and fear and love's sweet pain</span><br />
+<span>Within a heart-beat. But the time was near!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>There in mid-forest, rimmed with leaves jade green,</span><br />
+<span>All singing in the sun,&mdash;as deep and brown</span><br />
+<span>As Taka's eyes,&mdash;the pool disclosed itself.</span><br />
+<span>Across the clear light of the morning, showers</span><br />
+<span>Of fiery jewels shone against the trees,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Rubies, bright sapphires, purple amethyst,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">27</a></span>
+<span>Topaz, fierce opal, grass-green emeralds</span><br />
+<span>Flitting and darting;&mdash;were they only birds!</span><br />
+<span>Flower made bird or bird made flower, they seemed</span><br />
+<span>To eyes newborn upon a world of love.</span><br />
+<span>The air was heavy with strange scents, the old</span><br />
+<span>Familiar perfumes seemed so rarely sweet,</span><br />
+<span>The jasmine was the very breath of love.</span><br />
+<span>And when they rested on a flowery bank,</span><br />
+<span>And Taka wove the red hibiscus wreath</span><br />
+<span>To crown Malua, as he gazed at her,</span><br />
+<span>Stretched at her feet, his chin upon his hand,</span><br />
+<span>The whole long world had waited but for this.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+(<i>Weaving the rosy wreath.</i>)<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My dream was of thee at sunrise</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With light steps over the sea.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lonely upon the mountain,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">28</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I woke from my sleep for thee."</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+(<i>Weaving the rosy wreath.</i>)<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The wild dark rocks were round me,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The flowery maids were gone;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I woke, thou&mdash;bright as lightning</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beside me&mdash;waited the dawn.</span><br />
+</div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Weaving the rosy wreath,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I weave my life in a dream.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou camest through dawn on the sea,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Red flower on a sunlit stream."</span><br />
+(<i>Weaving the rosy wreath.</i>)
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>She laid the scarlet wreath upon his hair.</span><br />
+<span>"My King," she whispered, and Malua's eyes&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Boy, spite of all his battles&mdash;filled with tears</span><br />
+<span>Wrung from his burdened heart. He caught her hand;</span><br />
+<span>The lake was hushed with noon-tide, far away</span><br />
+<span>A fond bird starred the forest with a cry.</span><br />
+<span>Then Taka turned, and in her eyes a light&mdash;</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">29</a></span>
+<span>The light of summer moon in water still</span><br />
+<span>And in her face the glamour of moon and star,</span><br />
+<span>On which the crimson petals of her lips</span><br />
+<span>Lay trembling, eager wings to her new soul,</span><br />
+<span>Love was confessed.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i6'>The day went swiftly on.</span><br />
+<span>Malua left her side to gather fruits</span><br />
+<span>For a love feast together. In a dream</span><br />
+<span>His heart had moved, and like a child he longed</span><br />
+<span>To prove it real by sweet familiar ways,</span><br />
+<span>Serving his fairest lady while their laughter</span><br />
+<span>Fell on the air like music. Taka, waiting</span><br />
+<span>On the green bank his coming, told her heart:</span><br />
+<span>"Not for his beauty only, tho' his eyes</span><br />
+<span>Burn into mine more beautiful than the night,</span><br />
+<span>Not for the corded muscle in his arm</span><br />
+<span>Which broke a great branch that would stay my path,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">30</a></span>
+<span>Not for his voice, a murmur of soft seas,</span><br />
+<span>Nor all the gracious ways he knows so well,</span><br />
+<span>Not for his love that breaks within his eyes,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>All these are dear, are dearer than my life,</span><br />
+<span>But for himself I love him," Taka dreamed.</span><br />
+<span>"To be his sister, nay, his mother then,</span><br />
+<span>To welcome him from hunting with my eyes,</span><br />
+<span>To fight his battles with the other women,</span><br />
+<span>To triumph in his triumphs, yet perchance</span><br />
+<span>Be happier if when vanquished he would come</span><br />
+<span>Safe in my arms for shelter. If I might</span><br />
+<span>But suffer for his sake and see him stand</span><br />
+<span>Stronger and happier&mdash;he should never guess&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>But I might sometimes touch his hair and know</span><br />
+<span>The curls that clung around my fingers mine,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">31</a></span>
+<span>Bought by my pain as he, Malua, mine.</span><br />
+<span>Just so the heaven belongs to each small star</span><br />
+<span>Fixed by its gracious power eternally."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Thro' the late afternoon Uhila came.</span><br />
+<span>The Earth was idle, on her knees her hand</span><br />
+<span>Opened, relaxed and empty, and her eyes</span><br />
+<span>Closed to the ardent sun. The village slept,</span><br />
+<span>Waiting for evening's cool. Uhila came;</span><br />
+<span>Over his shoulder like a silver shroud</span><br />
+<span>He brought the gleaming fish. The purple shadows</span><br />
+<span>Lay in soft pools about the palms; the leaves,</span><br />
+<span>Listless as weary love, hung motionless,</span><br />
+<span>And the hot green gave color to the air,</span><br />
+<span>The world viewed through an emerald.</span><br />
+<span>He came,</span><br />
+<span>And to Akau's hut he brought his gift,</span><br />
+<span>A mighty fish to grace the wedding feast.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">32</a></span>
+<span>And where was Taka? All the gorgeous day</span><br />
+<span>She had been absent, old Akau told;</span><br />
+<span>And of the stranger, wanderer, with eyes</span><br />
+<span>Lit by the fires of youth, Akau told,</span><br />
+<span>Like a glad wind of morning bearing spring,</span><br />
+<span>Spring with the heart of summer, and his brow</span><br />
+<span>Crowned with the calm white flowers of innocence.</span><br />
+<span>Uhila knew, in days long past he too</span><br />
+<span>Had wandered thro' the forest in the glory</span><br />
+<span>And glow of youth.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i4'>With mouth set stern and grim</span><br />
+<span>He followed to the pool. His heart was stirred</span><br />
+<span>With turbulent emotions. She was his,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Taka was his, the blossom that should cheer</span><br />
+<span>The winter of his age. His springing step</span><br />
+<span>Was stealthy as a tiger's, and the way</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">33</a></span>
+<span>Was clear before him. Rightly was he named</span><br />
+<span>The lightning; keen and cruel he would flash</span><br />
+<span>Into this sky of love, death in his hand.</span><br />
+<span>The path was strewn with little crimson flowers</span><br />
+<span>Scarlet festooned the trees, or was it blood</span><br />
+<span>That danced within his eyes? His thoughts were vague:</span><br />
+<span>Death, mercy, love, but strongest was desire</span><br />
+<span>Merely to see and satisfy his fear.</span><br />
+<span>Sudden he saw them, and he hid his eyes</span><br />
+<span>Before the sight, then strained to see again</span><br />
+<span>Taka, her arms piled high with blossoms, stood,</span><br />
+<span>An amber goddess of spring with flying hair</span><br />
+<span>Beneath a flower-bent branch, whose leaves had caught</span><br />
+<span>One of her sun-kissed curls. Malua watched her.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">34</a></span>
+<span>Laughing, she would have torn away the tress</span><br />
+<span>And with the effort all the starry flowers</span><br />
+<span>Drifted like snow across their bended heads,</span><br />
+<span>But with a low cry he withheld her hand,</span><br />
+<span>And standing where she needs must turn to see</span><br />
+<span>His two arms o'er her slender shoulder laid,</span><br />
+<span>With fingers little used to gentler arts</span><br />
+<span>His timid touch unloosed her perfumed hair,</span><br />
+<span>Too near&mdash;for aught but that her curving throat</span><br />
+<span>Should be upturned to meet his sure caress,</span><br />
+<span>And all the blossoms drifted thro' the air</span><br />
+<span>And fell like blessings on their bended heads.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Uhila bore no more; his heart was great</span><br />
+<span>With unshed tears; their beauty and their love</span><br />
+<span>Touched like soft music on his injured soul</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">35</a></span>
+<span>With infinite sadness and a hopeless calm.</span><br />
+<span>He left them there and sought the forest shades</span><br />
+<span>To search his heart. A great nobility</span><br />
+<span>Slept in his native breast, and those pale drops</span><br />
+<span>Of northern blood had taught him self-control</span><br />
+<span>And might of mercy. To and fro he paced,</span><br />
+<span>Learning his lesson. Taka, little moon</span><br />
+<span>Sent by the gods to light his loneliness,</span><br />
+<span>Was his no longer. He must twist his heart,</span><br />
+<span>Wried with grim pain, to smiles of pleasantness.</span><br />
+<span>Ah, it was great. Uhila should be great,</span><br />
+<span>Giving her to Malua as a gift,</span><br />
+<span>Showing Akau how he wished no more</span><br />
+<span>To wed so young a maid, and then the tears</span><br />
+<span>Broke from his eyes and burned his throbbing breast.</span><br />
+<span>Homeward he turned, and all the sleepy birds</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">36</a></span>
+<span>Twittered good-night&mdash;and almost was he glad.</span><br />
+<span>In the cool green of evening, silent now</span><br />
+<span>Save for their beating hearts, the lovers came</span><br />
+<span>Back to the village. In the stranger's honor</span><br />
+<span>The people made a feast. The air was filled</span><br />
+<span>With busy sounds of preparation. Some</span><br />
+<span>Brought driftwood for the fires, some gathered flowers</span><br />
+<span>To deck themselves, and all the fruitful earth</span><br />
+<span>Was robbed of its delights for beauty's sake.</span><br />
+<span>Before the feasting Chief Akau rose,</span><br />
+<span>Grave and majestic, for the evening prayer;</span><br />
+<span>Pouring libation from the kava bowl</span><br />
+<span>In a deep silence, to the gods he cried,</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Take of our offering, O you mighty gods,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Look on this people kindly, let them prosper</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">37</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In health and increase. Let the fecund ground</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grant us, your creatures, life to serve you well.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take of our offering, O you gods of war,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let men be brave and triumph in your name.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take of our offering, O you gods of sea,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spare us your wrath, and in your might depart</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Along the ocean to some far off shore.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Take of our offering, all you mighty gods."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>The feasting ended, round the fires they gathered,</span><br />
+<span>Wise aged men telling anew their tales</span><br />
+<span>Of youth, sweet purposeless youth which dreams of stars</span><br />
+<span>The while it gathers weeds&mdash;of battles dire.</span><br />
+<span>Their thin cold blood warmed with grim memories</span><br />
+<span>Of gods they told, of goddesses with hair</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">38</a></span>
+<span>Streaming across the sunset, and of dear</span><br />
+<span>Women long dead, and then the maidens came,</span><br />
+<span>Singing their little songs. One sang of love:</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The breath of spring is in his hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He needs no crimson necklaces</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To win the favor of the fair.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The full moon leaned to kiss his eyes,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fairies brought him purple flowers,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The flowers of love, and made him wise.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The maidens die for his disdain,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His heart strikes silver lightning,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their warm tears stir the flowers like rain.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The breath of love is in his hair,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He needs no crimson necklaces</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To win the fairest of the fair."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Another sang of the sad mothers, lone</span><br />
+<span>In their dark homes at evening, while beyond</span><br />
+<span>The limitless twilight on some field of war</span><br />
+<span>Their hearts lie dead.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">39</a></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O my men, my men!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Keen in the rain and sunshine</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For glorious splendid deeds,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You are gathered as idle weeds.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O my men, my men!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The mighty gods were jealous,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your virtues shone like a star;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The enemy came from afar!</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O my men, my men!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Vengeance shall follow soon,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your people shall blast the foe</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or ever the cold winds blow.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O my men, my men!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My life is an empty shell,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">No one has heard my moan,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I sit in the dark alone."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Then of the gods they sang,&mdash;a moonlight song:</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sleep, O soft little winds,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Restless whispering grass,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reeds of the water-ways sway not,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">40</a></span>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sleep, that the gods may pass.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Deepen, you dreams of the sleepers,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Veil you, O fire of the moon.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Darken, you silver of stars,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sleep, for the gods come soon.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanzp2">
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sleep, for the gods who sleep not</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pass on the midnight's breath;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mystical, magical, secret,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Sleep, for to wake is death."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>And after singing came the dance; the brown</span><br />
+<span>Lithe women decked with bright fantastic hues</span><br />
+<span>Wavered into the circle of the light.</span><br />
+<span>Kneeling, they wove their spells. As gracious flowers</span><br />
+<span>Swayed by the winds of evening, they were blown</span><br />
+<span>By breezes of desire. The eye was filled</span><br />
+<span>With luxury of soft motion and the sound</span><br />
+<span>Of soft monotonous chanting charmed the ear.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">41</a></span>
+<span>Then in their midst came Taka, and she stood,</span><br />
+<span>Waiting the signal. Slow she raised her arms,</span><br />
+<span>Slow as tho' ages hung upon her hands</span><br />
+<span>Heavy with burdened love. The music hushed.</span><br />
+<span>Deep in the mystery of her steady eyes</span><br />
+<span>Lingered the secret of the world, and then</span><br />
+<span>Laughter and light came dancing from her smile.</span><br />
+<span>Her fingers fluttered on the harp of love,</span><br />
+<span>And every chord uttered itself again</span><br />
+<span>Within some dusky heart. The earth was still.</span><br />
+<span>The warm night air was strong with heavy scent</span><br />
+<span>Of oil upon the dancers and the flowers</span><br />
+<span>That decked their breasts and hair. Malua's soul</span><br />
+<span>Fainted beneath the load of so much love,</span><br />
+<span>And when the dance was finished, and her eyes</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">42</a></span>
+<span>Held him for one long second ere she smiled</span><br />
+<span>And stole away, he knew for death or life</span><br />
+<span>His spirit lay within her golden hands.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Woe for Uhila! As the twilight glow</span><br />
+<span>Faded in soft immeasurable plains</span><br />
+<span>Of darkness, so the beauty in his heart</span><br />
+<span>Faded in clouds of wrath. The great fire blazed&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>A ruby in the raven hair of night&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>And clear across the flames Uhila saw</span><br />
+<span>His rival, garlanded with blossoms, pale,</span><br />
+<span>Calm as a happy lover. Could he smile</span><br />
+<span>Over his empty hands and meekly bow&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Uhila bow!&mdash;to taste a stranger's whip!</span><br />
+<span>Death snapped the sparks, and Vengeance hurled the flames.</span><br />
+<span>Like blood the fire fell o'er the bare young heart,</span><br />
+<span>And he who watched in one mad bound foresaw</span><br />
+<span>How blood indeed might flash across that breast.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">43</a></span>
+<span>The high resolve grew dim in that fierce light,</span><br />
+<span>"'Tis noble, strong;" then, in a stab of keen</span><br />
+<span>Humor, he saw again a native brave</span><br />
+<span>Decking his naked body with the coat</span><br />
+<span>Crowned with the hat of some sea-faring man,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Aping the civilization of his stride</span><br />
+<span>Till his new prowess fell to comrade's jeers.</span><br />
+<span>So with a tiger heart it were to wear</span><br />
+<span>A grave forgiveness of this wanton wrong.</span><br />
+<span>The primal lust had burst the slender bar,</span><br />
+<span>Weak white man's morals. Now to slay and slay.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Darkling, he fixed Malua with his eyes,</span><br />
+<span>Noting each shadow of his changing thoughts,</span><br />
+<span>When the dear dreams centred on Taka, dreams</span><br />
+<span>Dimming his sight. Holding his lips apart,</span><br />
+<span>He slowly rose, Uhila following,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">44</a></span>
+<span>For in the dark the music of her face</span><br />
+<span>Smote on the boy till he could bear no more</span><br />
+<span>The feasting and the firelight; silently</span><br />
+<span>He rose and stole away. The night was still,</span><br />
+<span>And "Taka, Taka, Taka," rang his soul</span><br />
+<span>Against the stars. He felt infinity</span><br />
+<span>Above him brood, and knew the mighty gods,</span><br />
+<span>Who once in every lifetime drop an hour</span><br />
+<span>Of their remembrance fraught with godlike bliss</span><br />
+<span>To luckless man, had turned on him their eyes.</span><br />
+<span>Unconsciously his feet retraced the path</span><br />
+<span>To the dark pool where joy had birth that day.</span><br />
+<span>The scents that wake when the cool dusk begins</span><br />
+<span>Lapped him luxuriously; the heavy sweet</span><br />
+<span>Of passionate gardenia,&mdash;kiss made flower,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">45</a></span>
+<span>White as his turbulent love, was as the crown</span><br />
+<span>And climax of the jasmine stars that breathed</span><br />
+<span>His love in placid day, and when he paused</span><br />
+<span>Beside the pool, the forest held its breath.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>"O sweet, O beautiful!" Malua cried,</span><br />
+<span>His young eyes blazing to the tropic night.</span><br />
+<span>"Never before, since all the gods were young,</span><br />
+<span>Was woman loved as I love Taka." Then,</span><br />
+<span>Caught in a very ecstasy of love,</span><br />
+<span>He laid his arms about a slender tree,</span><br />
+<span>White in the moonlight, and his fevered cheek</span><br />
+<span>Pressed on its cooling stem. With broken music</span><br />
+<span>Shaken from his breast, he cried on Taka,&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Little happy words that mothers whisper</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">46</a></span>
+<span>Above their sleeping babes. "If love could find</span><br />
+<span>A way to utter love without her lips!"</span><br />
+<span>Her lips, her eyes, the music of her voice&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Death would be easy on her golden heart.</span><br />
+<span>He pictured her at twilight in the door</span><br />
+<span>Of their far home, with eager arms outstretched</span><br />
+<span>To welcome him from toil; how she would stand</span><br />
+<span>A queen among the other women, crowned</span><br />
+<span>With crimson flowers. How had he won her, he</span><br />
+<span>A stranger to her people and her blood!</span><br />
+<span>For in her veins the stream ran pale, but, "Ah,"</span><br />
+<span>He cried, "my kiss shall burn it red again.</span><br />
+<span>White she may be, a queen, my queen, she is,</span><br />
+<span>And still my slave in fetters of my love."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>Uhila watched him from the shadow.</span><br />
+<span>Gods!</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">47</a></span>
+<span>How young he was! as Vave, the swift-footed</span><br />
+<span>Splendidly strong, an innocent god of war.</span><br />
+<span>The morn with chilly lips laid myriad kisses</span><br />
+<span>About his beauty, slipped thro' jealous leaves</span><br />
+<span>Dripping with silver and fantastic fingers</span><br />
+<span>Reached to caress him from the amorous trees.</span><br />
+<span>Hither and forth he paced; Uhila's eyes</span><br />
+<span>Ached with his hatred of the sight; at length</span><br />
+<span>"Taka," Malua cried, and stretched his arms</span><br />
+<span>Rigid in air, his face against the sky.</span><br />
+<span>The goad was in Uhila's soul, he leapt</span><br />
+<span>Into the moonlight and upon his foe.</span><br />
+<span>Fixed to the ground, they strove as giant trees</span><br />
+<span>Tossing fierce branches in a storm; their wrath</span><br />
+<span>Smote on them like a tempest, hot with hate.</span><br />
+<span>Malua knew a curse was in the hands</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">48</a></span>
+<span>That sought his throat, and in the blazing eyes</span><br />
+<span>Close to his own. Life would defend fair life</span><br />
+<span>As chief and Taka's lover. Round the shoulders</span><br />
+<span>Dark and strong, straining to his heaving breast,</span><br />
+<span>He threw his arms, and locked in that embrace</span><br />
+<span>They stood a moment, breathing with the quick</span><br />
+<span>Sharp catch of weary runners. Then a turn&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Raising his knee, Uhila strove in vain</span><br />
+<span>To throw his enemy. Upon their heads</span><br />
+<span>And swaying bodies lay the silver light</span><br />
+<span>Of the bright moon. The great night seemed to pause</span><br />
+<span>Chin upon hand to watch the struggle, air</span><br />
+<span>Hushed to retain the hoarse and laboring sobs</span><br />
+<span>Such strain brought forth. Their shining bodies, oiled</span><br />
+<span>In honor of the feast, granted no hold</span><br />
+<span>To the fierce gripping arms.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">49</a></span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>Then suddenly</span><br />
+<span>Uhila sprang aside and grasped a branch,</span><br />
+<span>A rough, harsh weapon&mdash;for they were unarmed.</span><br />
+<span>Wary they watched each other's eyes, like beasts</span><br />
+<span>Stealthy, retreating, circling with heads low,</span><br />
+<span>Bodies bent for the catch. Malua sprang</span><br />
+<span>Close to Uhila, caught his murderous hand,</span><br />
+<span>And with the branch between them, all its thorns</span><br />
+<span>Tearing their breasts, they strove once more. The moon</span><br />
+<span>Glittered in troubled ripples, they had come</span><br />
+<span>Under the shadow of the trees, the dark</span><br />
+<span>Goaded Uhila's soul anew, his blood,</span><br />
+<span>Blazing with conflict, gave him mad-man's strength</span><br />
+<span>And devil's skill. His straining form relaxed,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">50</a></span>
+<span>Heavily slipping earthward; ere Malua</span><br />
+<span>Could gain fresh hold upon his fainting foe,</span><br />
+<span>Uhila with a twist had laid him low,</span><br />
+<span>Knee on his breast, lean fingers at his throat</span><br />
+<span>Seizing his life.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>Malua's eyes grew dim,</span><br />
+<span>The gentle stars seen faint thro' hanging leaves</span><br />
+<span>Wavered uncertainly; his brain seemed black,</span><br />
+<span>Confused with horrid death, the dewy moss</span><br />
+<span>He lay on failed beneath him. Suddenly</span><br />
+<span>Hanging upon the brittle rim of death,</span><br />
+<span>His outstretched hand, gripping the scattered leaves,</span><br />
+<span>Closed on a sharp stone, instinct more than brain</span><br />
+<span>Showed him the way; he raised his weapon, struck</span><br />
+<span>And struck and struck again.</span><br />
+<span>The night looked down</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">51</a></span>
+<span>Waning, and saw thro' tangled boughs a still,</span><br />
+<span>Dead figure on the troubled earth. All stained</span><br />
+<span>With crimson blood, there lay a crimson wreath,</span><br />
+<span>And thro' the forest stole a dusky shade</span><br />
+<span>Fleeing he knew not where save that he 'scaped</span><br />
+<span>Death, that was lying by the forest pool.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>At dawn the weary boy, who thro' the night</span><br />
+<span>Had cried his love and anguish to the dark,</span><br />
+<span>Wandering half crazed thro' forest deeps unknown,</span><br />
+<span>Feeling upon his throat the hand of hate,</span><br />
+<span>Feeling upon his heart the still more potent</span><br />
+<span>Fingers of love, came to the open shore</span><br />
+<span>Waiting for day. The restless, eager foam,</span><br />
+<span>Stretching white arms around the sleeping earth,</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">52</a></span>
+<span>Woke his great love anew. The loneliness</span><br />
+<span>Of open spaces set his hungry soul</span><br />
+<span>Dreaming of Taka, Taka who should come</span><br />
+<span>And fill the empty world for him. The sky</span><br />
+<span>Paled at the thought. The dawn was stealing near,</span><br />
+<span>Glimmering faintly on the edge of night.</span><br />
+<span>He could delay no longer; like a thief</span><br />
+<span>He must secure his jewel in the dark.</span><br />
+<span>In the vast pause that presages the morn</span><br />
+<span>He came to Taka's door. Ajar it stood,</span><br />
+<span>And on the mats within he saw revealed</span><br />
+<span>The pure young oval of her perfect face.</span><br />
+<span>"Taka, my little one," Malua whispered,</span><br />
+<span>And thro' her dreams "Malua" passed her lips,</span><br />
+<span>Slipping insensibly to waking. So</span><br />
+<span>She saw him at the door and came to him,</span><br />
+<span>Her dewy dreams still warm within her eyes,</span><br />
+<span>And gave her face to passionate caress.</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">53</a></span>
+<span>Then with soft, broken words he told again</span><br />
+<span>His love, and after when her heart was full</span><br />
+<span>Of glad acceptance, as a flash of fire</span><br />
+<span>Searing his image on her soul, he told</span><br />
+<span>How blood had paid the price of love.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i12'>She heard,</span><br />
+<span>And daylight ebbed before her eyes to faint</span><br />
+<span>White mist, then refluent turned and smote</span><br />
+<span>Her heart's eyes with the horror of the truth.</span><br />
+<span>Uhila dead. Uhila with the smile</span><br />
+<span>That woke for her alone. Her thoughts, like leaves</span><br />
+<span>Blown by cold winds, were scattered, and the words</span><br />
+<span>"Uhila dead" was but a symbol grim</span><br />
+<span>Of darkness. All the past, her happy life</span><br />
+<span>Flower in the sun, her home, and all the dear</span><br />
+<span>Familiar duties, all her life to come</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">54</a></span>
+<span>Woven with thoughts of kind Uhila, all</span><br />
+<span>Struck to the ground by murder. In her blood</span><br />
+<span>The pale drops cried to heaven against the wrong,</span><br />
+<span>Wrong to her people and her love, till now</span><br />
+<span>So beautiful.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>Malua knew her pain,</span><br />
+<span>And how upon its verdict hung his life.</span><br />
+<span>Death's flame had touched the golden rose of love.</span><br />
+<span>If it be dross or gold, the test should tell.</span><br />
+<span>The black gulf night that lies 'twixt dawn and dawn,</span><br />
+<span>Deepened by darker sin,&mdash;could frail love, tired</span><br />
+<span>With passion, hope to bridge the perilous way?</span><br />
+<span>His brain cried, "No," his heart, "Ah, Gods, but yes</span><br />
+<span>Or I shall die."</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>He laid a tender arm</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">55</a></span>
+<span>About the shrinking child and drew her forth</span><br />
+<span>Along the forest path. She did not hear</span><br />
+<span>The morning birds who blithely welcomed  day,</span><br />
+<span>She did not see the dew upon the leaves,</span><br />
+<span>Glamour of dawn, but dazed with love and pain,</span><br />
+<span>Yielding to that she knew not, kept the way</span><br />
+<span>Towards the forest pool.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i10'>It seemed to them,</span><br />
+<span>Waiting the unutterable moment of their loss</span><br />
+<span>Or utmost gain, as tho' the swinging earth</span><br />
+<span>Was emptied of all life, the very air</span><br />
+<span>Seemed hollow and unearthly, breathless pause</span><br />
+<span>On a great brink. They reached the pool, and Taka</span><br />
+<span>Gathered her senses till her eyes were clear</span><br />
+<span>As shining wells of truth. She leaned no more</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">56</a></span>
+<span>Helpless upon Malua, tho' his arm</span><br />
+<span>Circled her still. Before them on the path,</span><br />
+<span>Noble and dead, with mute hands pleading, eyes</span><br />
+<span>Subtle with secrets of eternity,</span><br />
+<span>Waited Uhila.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+<div class="stanza">
+<span class='i8'>In a moment's space</span><br />
+<span>Malua knew the utter pangs of death</span><br />
+<span>Strong as his soul. And Taka must be free,</span><br />
+<span>Free to decide between the mighty dead</span><br />
+<span>And him, the weakest of all living men.</span><br />
+<span>He spoke no word, the blood of youth once more</span><br />
+<span>Fought with the skill, the power, the eloquence</span><br />
+<span>Of great familiar age. If Taka drew</span><br />
+<span>From out his arms and love a heart-beat's time,</span><br />
+<span>She had decided, and Uhila won.</span><br />
+<span>This the boy knew. Taka had seen him, Ah!</span><br />
+<span>Her woman's heart in pity and distress</span><br />
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">57</a></span>
+<span>Shivered as tho' cold death had laid a hand</span><br />
+<span>Upon her brow. Malua felt a hell</span><br />
+<span>Deep as the world, and then&mdash;the sky, pale stars,</span><br />
+<span>Rose dawn, unfathomed heaven rocked in his heart</span><br />
+<span>With tumult of his glory. Taka turned,</span><br />
+<span>Drew closer in his arm, and raising up</span><br />
+<span>Her flowery face smiled in his eyes.</span><br />
+<span class='i10'>'Twas done&mdash;</span><br />
+<span>Death, life and passionate passion burned away</span><br />
+<span>In the white flame of love.</span><br />
+<span class='i10'>Uhila lay</span><br />
+<span>Vanquished, forgotten. Turning to the sea,</span><br />
+<span>Taka, Malua, children of the sun,</span><br />
+<span>Went forth to meet the sunrise and the day.</span><br />
+</div>
+
+</div>  <!-- end of div class poem -->
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+Title: The Rose of Dawn
+       A Tale of the South Sea
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+Author: Helen Hay
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+Illustrator: John La Farge
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+THE ROSE OF DAWN
+A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA
+
+By HELEN HAY
+
+With a Drawing by
+JOHN LA FARGE
+
+NEW YORK
+R. H. RUSSELL
+MDCCCCI
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+Copyright, 1901, by
+R. H. RUSSELL
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+University Press John Wilson and Son
+Cambridge, U.S.A.
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+THE ROSE OF DAWN
+A TALE OF THE SOUTH SEA
+
+
+Somnolent, vast, inert, the darkness lay
+Waiting for dawn. Across the ocean stirred
+A luminous haze, not light, but whispering light,
+So softly yet, the islands had not heard.
+The mystery of sleep was in the trees
+And on the weary stars. A little cry
+That broke the silence seemed a sacrilege.
+Then thro' the palm trees glided like a ghost
+A dusky form; the curtain of the dark
+Was rent with life, the forest brought forth men.
+
+Instinct with morning every eye was bright,
+Tho' sleep so lately lay across their lids.
+No sinister intent had called them forth
+Upon the shadows. May held out her hands,
+And all the men who dared the dangerous sport
+Were faring where the great bonita played,--
+Strong shining fish below the mid sea waves.
+Upon the beach beneath the paling moon
+The boats were launched. Amid the busy stir
+One man stood idle; as a chief might order,
+He bade the youths prepare his long canoe.
+With folded arms he gravely watched the rest
+And gave them salutation haughtily.
+Uhila[1] was he called, and in his veins
+There ran a slender stream of northern blood.
+He bore upon his old and indolent heart,
+Scarred with the sins of war, a white device.
+Taka, daughter of chiefs and Fiji's pride,
+Lily of maidens, was betrothed to him;
+Desirous eyes kinged him with envy's crown.
+
+[Footnote 1: The lightning.]
+
+Scraping across the beach the boats were launched,
+And as they touched the waves, they seemed to take
+New shape and dignity with that caress
+Of little lapping ripples round the prow.
+Uhila led the fleet as one who knew
+His right by reason of his age and skill.
+The little isle seemed now a sleeping maid
+Kirtled in green, the beach her snowy breast
+Veined with the purple brooks that sought the sea.
+Uhila watched it fade below the blue,
+Crouched in the bow, his grizzled chin in hand,
+Taking his ease, while small Kuma, keen-eyed,
+Famed for his daring, paddled lustily.
+The dawn had not yet broken, and the soft
+Beautiful haze that veils the birth of day
+Hung on the water. Loath to break the peace,
+Men gave their orders in hushed tones, the clean
+Chill of the morning wrapt their naked bodies.
+Then, as a slow blush mounts the cheek, a light
+Breathed from the sea, and all the air seemed warm
+As at the touch of spring, a violet streak,
+A pale leaf green, a golden, and a rose
+Broke in the sky, and morning was revealed.
+With a shrill cry, young Kuma raised his hand
+And pointed where with dip and shriek and wheel
+A flock of sea birds hovered; all the rest
+Echoed the call and bending to the paddle
+Shot o'er the waves, for now the fish were gained.
+Uhila grasped his rod, and at the stern
+Tossed out the shining hook, with laugh and cheer
+A glint of silver flashed, then all the air
+Was gemmed with streaming stars. They came from deeps;
+From azure fairer than its mother sky
+Clouded with dazzling whitenesses of foam.
+Luck to their fishing:
+
+                    Now, fair and remote
+A scattered emerald from a broken chain
+Lying below the bending breast of heaven,
+The village had awakened,--once again
+Serene Kambara, island of the south,
+Exhaled its light upon the light of heaven.
+The verdure seemed to shine with lucent green,
+The red hibiscus burned with inward flame,
+And in the village happy song and shout
+Proclaimed the day was fair. Blue upon blue
+The bright waves glittered like a shattered star
+Set in the silver crescent of the sand.
+The palm trees' plume uplifted dauntlessly
+To call the morning. At the forest's brim
+The day was made alive by human flowers,
+Sweet maidens who against the emerald
+Showed warm and brown in purest harmony.
+The fierce bright flame that is the tropic sea
+Burned on their eyes and called them to its heart.
+Like eager sea birds they forgot the land,
+And, happy as the amorous waves, they gave
+Their slim brown bodies to the sea's embrace.
+They found them driftwood and astride they leapt
+The feathered breakers, one with daring skill
+Curved her sweet length to lie within the palm
+Of a strong wave, and so was brought to shore.
+"Taka," they cried, "has beaten us;" and all,
+Shaking the bright drops from their shining hair,
+With laugh and song sprang to the beach again,
+Sunning themselves to languor ere they made
+Their pretty toilet.
+Some had gathered flowers
+In fragrant wreaths, and others brought the grave
+Work of the morning. Yet because the wine--
+Sun of the South--gilds even toil, it seemed
+A poet's pastime. Scarlet beans they threaded
+Later to lie about some golden throat.
+Deftly they wove fine mats, and deftly twisted
+Bright witchery to adorn themselves, and snare
+Men's eyes. With little songs they pearled the air.
+Hush! it is Taka singing:--
+
+    "Far away
+  In a fountain dwelt a maiden;
+  When the silver moon was high
+  She was glad, but heavy laden
+  Was she when its light must die.
+    Far away.
+
+    "Far away
+  Came a stranger brave to love her,
+  Loved her when the moon was high;
+  When the moon was pale above her
+  Love grew pale and like to die
+    Far away.
+
+    "Far away
+  From the fountain's mist he drew her
+  Happy while the moon was high,
+  Waning, fled she, her pursuer
+  Held her back, and saw her die
+    Far away."
+
+"'Tis a sad song for morning," cried the maids--
+"And for a bride. Come, Hopa, sing of laughter."
+Hopa sang:--
+
+  "Little brown streams,
+  Slim as my fingers,
+  Running and laughing
+  While the light lingers,
+  Have you no dreams,
+  Little brown streams?
+
+  "Little brown maidens,
+  Laughing and weeping,
+  Singing and dancing,
+  All the night sleeping,
+  Have you no lovers,
+  Little brown maidens?"
+
+Afar there sounded in the mellow breeze
+The rhythmic movement of the maidens' toil;
+Before them on the sand a snowy sheet
+Lay spread,--the tapa cloth; tutunga trees
+Yield them their inner bark, and lightly then
+The maidens tap the fibres till they join,
+Made firm with scented gums and bright with dyes,
+To form a fabric that a bride might choose,
+And this was for a bride. Among the rest
+One maiden shone; a moon beside her stars,
+Taka, the fair. Her father was the chief
+Of this small village. His the splendid store
+Of kava bowls for which the isle is famed,
+The shining fish-hooks, fairest of mother of pearl,
+Great mats from ancient days with border rare
+Of crimson feathers, cruel tragic spears,
+Sweet unguents, necklaces of pearly shells
+Envied by maidens, and above them all
+Bales of the snowy tapa, made by hands
+Subtle, wise hands of women, over whom
+The earth had long laid flowers.
+
+                    In the land
+Where history is but a charming tale
+Droned by old men at twilight, future days
+Pleasantly certain as the next repast,
+Where gods and goddesses appear as  birds,
+Trees, plants or moonlight, gently rising tide,
+And shining girdle of leaves,--all homely things,
+Which hold the people's hearts.--In this fair land
+Taka was born. Thro' sixteen years of  moon
+And tropic sun she blossomed in the air.
+Chilled by no frost, the world unconsciously
+Mirrored her sweetness back to her. The sun
+Had kissed her skin to a warm topaz;  rare
+As dusky wealth of Autumn, her sweet breast,
+Gleaming and bare, was hung with ropes of flowers
+Yellow and white, and in her curling hair
+Glimmered the pure gardenia. All the  braves
+Wished her for wife, but old Akau the  chief,
+Knowing Uhila's prowess and the blood
+Left by an English forbear in his veins,
+Knowing that Taka too could boast, or  mourn,
+A foreign ancestry, had lately pledged
+His daughter to this brave, and now the  village
+Made preparations for the marriage. There
+By the warm sea the maidens paid their  court
+To Taka, who so soon would leave their  gay
+Indifferent frolic lives to wed the grave
+Stern chief. She did not falter at the  choice.
+Love which the maidens sang was but a  word;
+She wished no better fate than to be  mated
+To a strong warrior whom her heart held  dear
+As friend to kind Akau. So she waited.
+In her slim hands she held a polished cup,
+The shell of cocoanut, which caught the  light
+Like a brown pool. The toil of many days
+Had turned the tawny shade to warmest black
+In gradual depths as shaded Taka's cheek;
+With perfumed oil her fingers gave caress
+And waked the hidden pictures in the grain,
+The yellow sand, the dusky amber girl,
+The brown perfected in the shining globe.
+Earth's monotones are justified in this.
+Close to her lolled small Hopa, blithe and gay
+As a young cricket, teasing all the rest
+With her sharp wit; often she dropped her work--
+The threading of bright flowers into wreaths--
+To look across the waves, and suddenly
+She called, "A sail, a little sail," and all
+Followed her pointing fingers. Far away,
+Tossed like a feather, black against the sky,
+Hovered a tiny craft, its unknown lines
+Marked it as stranger, and the maidens all
+Curiously watched its coming to the shore.
+
+All night the little shell with ceaseless dip
+And pause, and rise and dip again, had borne
+The trackless trade winds. Tui Tua Kau,
+"King of the Reefs," had ventured over far
+From Tonga's shore. Caught by a wanton gale,
+His idle racing, lengthened in a whim
+To cheat his laughing mates, grew a wild flight.
+The frail canoe seemed, on the angry sea,
+A sweet rose petal blown across the night.
+Yet wisely now the winds had mind to crown
+Their joyous undertaking, and upon
+The shores of Fiji's isles they drew their prize.
+The maidens on the shore had seen afar
+The stranger's coming, and the songs were stilled
+To hush of expectation. Even so
+A prince might come to claim his kingdom, lone,
+In a frail craft, with weary eyes, and hair
+Crowned with a fading wreath, more beautiful
+Than all their lovers, slender, strong and young.
+With one lithe spring he gained the yellow sand
+And caught the boat and drew it with a swing
+High on the beach,--its movement seemed alive.
+His sinewy fingers loosed the flapping sail,
+Gay shells clinked musical against the mast,
+And all the maidens, timorous as birds,
+Laughed at the sound with shy averted face.
+Then straight and slender as the cocoa palm,
+Straight as its shaft and crowned with shining hair,
+The stranger lifted up his head. The wreath,
+Faded yet still alive thro' ocean's breath,
+Drooped o'er his brows. His flashing sun-bright eyes
+Struck thro' the group of girls as shoots a dart,
+And caught and quivered in sweet Taka's breast.
+More noble than the rest, she scorned to fear,
+And graceful in her modesty she faltered,
+Then came to meet and greet the stranger  guest.
+Erect she faced him, o'er her brow the frail
+Curves of the crest she wore, antennae-wise,
+Trembled a little. As a maid beseems,
+Her eyes drooped from his gaze, yet not too soon
+To miss the gleam with which he caught the first
+Flash of her beauty. With that glance he gained--
+Half conscious of a gladness--that this maid
+Was still for winning. As the custom is
+Her hair fell in twin braids, and were she wed
+They had been sacrificed to that estate.
+Maiden she was, his eyes caressed the sign
+Black o'er the topaz beauty of her breast.
+The stranger spoke. "Malua am I called;
+I hold for title Tui Tua Kau.
+Over the violent seas, beneath the frown,
+Cold and untoward, of a starless sky,
+The waves of chance have borne me; thro' the night
+Around me and above the pitiless trades
+Were blind with darkness, blown like maiden's hair
+Across my face. As palm trees beaten by wind,
+The tortured breakers tossed their streaming crests,
+And all the light of all my life seemed dead--
+Then--morning broke, and I behold the sun!"--
+He held her with his gaze and found her eyes--
+"On Tonga's shore I reigned a chief, and now
+I am a beggar at your mercy." Then
+The young pride mounting to his cheek, he cried,
+"Nay, but I jested, for I come so far
+To green Kambara for a lordly bowl
+Fit for the kava of a chief."
+
+                    She smiled,
+And with the smile Malua felt the blood
+Leap in his heart, his heart inviolate
+Never before so stirred 'neath woman's eyes.
+"Come, then, with me," said Taka, and the beach
+Stretched from their feet, a ribbon that should bind
+In its white length the heaven to the earth.
+With delicate step she led him to the hut
+Where old Akau gave him kindly greeting.
+A little in the shadow, where the gourds
+And strange sweet herbs--soft musty fragrances--
+Hung swinging from the beams about her head,
+Taka withdrew. Her wide eyes opened wide,
+And, lightly folded on her golden breast,
+Her two hands lay like flowers.
+
+                    In the light
+Bright as a sun god sat Malua listening
+With greatest reverence to the aged man,
+Who spoke to him of ancient, long dead things
+While he displayed his wealth of burnished cups
+Out of the splendid eld. "My son," he said,
+"Yours is dim future, mine the deathless past;
+Heroes have died for me and yet shall die,
+And all the glory of the virgin earth
+Yields up its sweets to me, for now I rest
+And stretch my withered sinews in the sun
+And wait for peaceful death; because your lips
+Are innocent, and dawn is in your eyes,
+I give you of my store the fairest treasure.
+After my Taka, you have won my heart."
+In his strong hand he laid a bowl; for this
+The ages had paid toll, soft lightnings shone
+From its brown glory, carved most royally.
+He raised the kava bowl aloft, the sun
+Struck on its shining rim, and straight as a spear
+Shivered the dusk where Taka stood. The light
+Lay on her swelling throat, and showed her eyes
+Starred like a tropic night. The stranger's hand
+Trembled a little, and his quick-drawn breath
+Carried a message from his breast to hers.
+They left the hut together. From the clear
+Bright heat of noon they turned, and took their way
+Into the greenly silent forest. Leaves
+Flickered above wet blossoms, simple sounds
+Of homely labor borne upon the breeze
+Made them the more alone. They spoke of Love,
+A mighty word to ease the strange new pain
+Born in their hearts.
+
+                    Sudden the path grew wide--
+A little space deprived of flowers and life--
+"The house of sandal wood," said Taka, pointing,
+And there, the last home of a chief, it lay.
+White shells and snowy pebbles girt him round
+In his great mould of clay, and all his spears
+And clubs of war kept vigil, showing still
+His might in battle. Shrill the parrot's scream
+Rang on the desolation, and the trees
+Seemed to withdraw their shadows from the place
+Sacred to death, the violent crime of war.
+A little shadow darkened Taka's heart,
+Could this sweet world contain both death and love?
+She sought Malua's eyes to be assured
+That love lives always.
+
+                    He had gone before
+To hold the leaves for her to pass, and softly
+She came, and like a golden butterfly
+Her small hand fluttered down upon his arm.
+He caught his breath as tho' the leaping blood
+That fled before this touch were very flame,
+Then slowly, slowly turned, and in her eyes
+Gave up his heart's desire. No word was said.
+She knew not that she loved, he only  knew
+She was the moon of women; but their hearts,
+Wiser than they, had flowered into one.
+Then as she passed beneath the swinging leaves,
+He caught the wreath wherewith on Tonga's shore
+The maids had crowned him "King of Love and Beauty,"
+And cast it from him with a high disdain
+Of token other than from Taka's hand.
+She laughed to see it, and her step was light
+Along the flowery way.
+
+                            Love in this land
+Grows into perfect stature as the swift
+Sweet growth of nature. In these gracious souls
+Love stood full-armed, godlike, from birth. Their lips
+Whispered of life and laughter, but their hearts,
+Singing together, told each other clear:
+
+"Ah, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say,
+Catch up life's song, its lightest, merriest word,
+Pledge deep the golden sun, the breeze and bird,
+Draw down long lashes over happy eyes,
+That none may guess the light that in them lies,
+Nor with what secret smile your lips are stirred.
+The moonlight is so short, so long the day,
+Nay, Love, dear Love, there is no need to say."
+
+The whole world laughed with flowers overhead,
+The sky a hollow sapphire ached with blue,
+The green bright sea gave jewels to the sun,
+And all the air was love that doting earth
+Breathed to the sun, her lover.
+
+                                 In the midst
+Two radiant gods with brave, wide eyes, and hair
+Crowned with the beatific spring, they stood,--
+Taka, the fair, and young Malua, fierce,
+Passionate-hearted youth, and passionate youth;
+Faltering before her innocent gaze, he cried,
+"Dare I adore?" so crystal clear she seemed
+A silver dewdrop in the rose of dawn.
+And Taka, trembling: "How can he be mine,
+So strong, so fair, a god with heart of flame!"
+And so they strove against their hearts and lived
+Long lives of hope and fear and love's sweet pain
+Within a heart-beat. But the time was near!
+
+There in mid-forest, rimmed with leaves jade green,
+All singing in the sun,--as deep and brown
+As Taka's eyes,--the pool disclosed itself.
+Across the clear light of the morning, showers
+Of fiery jewels shone against the trees,--
+Rubies, bright sapphires, purple amethyst,
+Topaz, fierce opal, grass-green emeralds
+Flitting and darting;--were they only birds!
+Flower made bird or bird made flower, they seemed
+To eyes newborn upon a world of love.
+The air was heavy with strange scents, the old
+Familiar perfumes seemed so rarely sweet,
+The jasmine was the very breath of love.
+And when they rested on a flowery bank,
+And Taka wove the red hibiscus wreath
+To crown Malua, as he gazed at her,
+Stretched at her feet, his chin upon his hand,
+The whole long world had waited but for this.
+
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+  "My dream was of thee at sunrise
+    With light steps over the sea.
+  Lonely upon the mountain,
+    I woke from my sleep for thee."
+
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+  "The wild dark rocks were round me,
+    The flowery maids were gone;
+  I woke, thou--bright as lightning
+    Beside me--waited the dawn.
+
+  "Weaving the rosy wreath,
+    I weave my life in a dream.
+  Thou camest through dawn on the sea,
+    Red flower on a sunlit stream."
+(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
+
+She laid the scarlet wreath upon his hair.
+"My King," she whispered, and Malua's eyes--
+Boy, spite of all his battles--filled with tears
+Wrung from his burdened heart. He caught her hand;
+The lake was hushed with noon-tide, far away
+A fond bird starred the forest with a cry.
+Then Taka turned, and in her eyes a light--
+The light of summer moon in water still--
+And in her face the glamour of moon and star,
+On which the crimson petals of her lips
+Lay trembling, eager wings to her new soul,
+Love was confessed.
+
+                    The day went swiftly on.
+Malua left her side to gather fruits
+For a love feast together. In a dream
+His heart had moved, and like a child he longed
+To prove it real by sweet familiar ways,
+Serving his fairest lady while their laughter
+Fell on the air like music. Taka, waiting
+On the green bank his coming, told her heart:
+"Not for his beauty only, tho' his eyes
+Burn into mine more beautiful than the night,
+Not for the corded muscle in his arm
+Which broke a great branch that would stay my path,
+Not for his voice, a murmur of soft seas,
+Nor all the gracious ways he knows so well,
+Not for his love that breaks within his eyes,--
+All these are dear, are dearer than my life,
+But for himself I love him," Taka dreamed.
+"To be his sister, nay, his mother then,
+To welcome him from hunting with my eyes,
+To fight his battles with the other women,
+To triumph in his triumphs, yet perchance
+Be happier if when vanquished he would come
+Safe in my arms for shelter. If I might
+But suffer for his sake and see him stand
+Stronger and happier--he should never guess--
+But I might sometimes touch his hair and know
+The curls that clung around my fingers mine,
+Bought by my pain as he, Malua, mine.
+Just so the heaven belongs to each small star
+Fixed by its gracious power eternally."
+
+Thro' the late afternoon Uhila came.
+The Earth was idle, on her knees her hand
+Opened, relaxed and empty, and her eyes
+Closed to the ardent sun. The village slept,
+Waiting for evening's cool. Uhila came;
+Over his shoulder like a silver shroud
+He brought the gleaming fish. The purple shadows
+Lay in soft pools about the palms; the leaves,
+Listless as weary love, hung motionless,
+And the hot green gave color to the air,
+The world viewed through an emerald.
+He came,
+And to Akau's hut he brought his gift,
+A mighty fish to grace the wedding feast.
+And where was Taka? All the gorgeous day
+She had been absent, old Akau told;
+And of the stranger, wanderer, with eyes
+Lit by the fires of youth, Akau told,
+Like a glad wind of morning bearing spring,
+Spring with the heart of summer, and his brow
+Crowned with the calm white flowers of innocence.
+Uhila knew, in days long past he too
+Had wandered thro' the forest in the glory
+And glow of youth.
+
+              With mouth set stern and grim
+He followed to the pool. His heart was stirred
+With turbulent emotions. She was his,--
+Taka was his, the blossom that should cheer
+The winter of his age. His springing step
+Was stealthy as a tiger's, and the way
+Was clear before him. Rightly was he named
+The lightning; keen and cruel he would flash
+Into this sky of love, death in his hand.
+The path was strewn with little crimson flowers
+Scarlet festooned the trees, or was it blood
+That danced within his eyes? His thoughts were vague:
+Death, mercy, love, but strongest was desire
+Merely to see and satisfy his fear.
+Sudden he saw them, and he hid his eyes
+Before the sight, then strained to see again
+Taka, her arms piled high with blossoms, stood,
+An amber goddess of spring with flying hair
+Beneath a flower-bent branch, whose leaves had caught
+One of her sun-kissed curls. Malua watched her.
+Laughing, she would have torn away the tress
+And with the effort all the starry flowers
+Drifted like snow across their bended heads,
+But with a low cry he withheld her hand,
+And standing where she needs must turn to see
+His two arms o'er her slender shoulder laid,
+With fingers little used to gentler arts
+His timid touch unloosed her perfumed hair,
+Too near--for aught but that her curving throat
+Should be upturned to meet his sure caress,
+And all the blossoms drifted thro' the air
+And fell like blessings on their bended heads.
+
+Uhila bore no more; his heart was great
+With unshed tears; their beauty and their love
+Touched like soft music on his injured soul
+With infinite sadness and a hopeless calm.
+He left them there and sought the forest shades
+To search his heart. A great nobility
+Slept in his native breast, and those pale drops
+Of northern blood had taught him self-control
+And might of mercy. To and fro he paced,
+Learning his lesson. Taka, little moon
+Sent by the gods to light his loneliness,
+Was his no longer. He must twist his heart,
+Wried with grim pain, to smiles of pleasantness.
+Ah, it was great. Uhila should be great,
+Giving her to Malua as a gift,
+Showing Akau how he wished no more
+To wed so young a maid, and then the tears
+Broke from his eyes and burned his throbbing breast.
+Homeward he turned, and all the sleepy birds
+Twittered good-night--and almost was he glad.
+In the cool green of evening, silent now
+Save for their beating hearts, the lovers came
+Back to the village. In the stranger's honor
+The people made a feast. The air was filled
+With busy sounds of preparation. Some
+Brought driftwood for the fires, some gathered flowers
+To deck themselves, and all the fruitful earth
+Was robbed of its delights for beauty's sake.
+Before the feasting Chief Akau rose,
+Grave and majestic, for the evening prayer;
+Pouring libation from the kava bowl
+In a deep silence, to the gods he cried,
+
+  "Take of our offering, O you mighty gods,
+  Look on this people kindly, let them prosper
+  In health and increase. Let the fecund ground
+  Grant us, your creatures, life to serve you well.
+  Take of our offering, O you gods of war,
+  Let men be brave and triumph in your name.
+  Take of our offering, O you gods of sea,
+  Spare us your wrath, and in your might depart
+  Along the ocean to some far off shore.
+  Take of our offering, all you mighty gods."
+
+The feasting ended, round the fires they gathered,
+Wise aged men telling anew their tales
+Of youth, sweet purposeless youth which dreams of stars
+The while it gathers weeds--of battles dire.
+Their thin cold blood warmed with grim memories
+Of gods they told, of goddesses with hair
+Streaming across the sunset, and of dear
+Women long dead, and then the maidens came,
+Singing their little songs. One sang of love:
+
+  "The breath of spring is in his hair,
+  He needs no crimson necklaces
+  To win the favor of the fair.
+
+  "The full moon leaned to kiss his eyes,
+  The fairies brought him purple flowers,
+  The flowers of love, and made him wise.
+
+  "The maidens die for his disdain,
+  His heart strikes silver lightning,
+  Their warm tears stir the flowers like rain.
+
+  "The breath of love is in his hair,
+  He needs no crimson necklaces
+  To win the fairest of the fair."
+
+Another sang of the sad mothers, lone
+In their dark homes at evening, while beyond
+The limitless twilight on some field of war
+Their hearts lie dead.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    Keen in the rain and sunshine
+  For glorious splendid deeds,
+  You are gathered as idle weeds.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    The mighty gods were jealous,
+  Your virtues shone like a star;
+  The enemy came from afar!
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    Vengeance shall follow soon,
+  Your people shall blast the foe
+  Or ever the cold winds blow.
+
+  "O my men, my men!
+    My life is an empty shell,
+  No one has heard my moan,
+  I sit in the dark alone."
+
+Then of the gods they sang,--a moonlight song:
+
+  "Sleep, O soft little winds,
+    Restless whispering grass,
+  Reeds of the water-ways sway not,
+    Sleep, that the gods may pass.
+
+  "Deepen, you dreams of the sleepers,
+    Veil you, O fire of the moon.
+  Darken, you silver of stars,
+    Sleep, for the gods come soon.
+
+  "Sleep, for the gods who sleep not
+    Pass on the midnight's breath;
+  Mystical, magical, secret,
+    Sleep, for to wake is death."
+
+And after singing came the dance; the brown
+Lithe women decked with bright fantastic hues
+Wavered into the circle of the light.
+Kneeling, they wove their spells. As gracious flowers
+Swayed by the winds of evening, they were blown
+By breezes of desire. The eye was filled
+With luxury of soft motion and the sound
+Of soft monotonous chanting charmed the ear.
+Then in their midst came Taka, and she stood,
+Waiting the signal. Slow she raised her arms,
+Slow as tho' ages hung upon her hands
+Heavy with burdened love. The music hushed.
+Deep in the mystery of her steady eyes
+Lingered the secret of the world, and then
+Laughter and light came dancing from her smile.
+Her fingers fluttered on the harp of love,
+And every chord uttered itself again
+Within some dusky heart. The earth was still.
+The warm night air was strong with heavy scent
+Of oil upon the dancers and the flowers
+That decked their breasts and hair. Malua's soul
+Fainted beneath the load of so much love,
+And when the dance was finished, and her eyes
+Held him for one long second ere she smiled
+And stole away, he knew for death or life
+His spirit lay within her golden hands.
+
+Woe for Uhila! As the twilight glow
+Faded in soft immeasurable plains
+Of darkness, so the beauty in his heart
+Faded in clouds of wrath. The great fire blazed--
+A ruby in the raven hair of night--
+And clear across the flames Uhila saw
+His rival, garlanded with blossoms, pale,
+Calm as a happy lover. Could he smile
+Over his empty hands and meekly bow--
+Uhila bow!--to taste a stranger's whip!
+Death snapped the sparks, and Vengeance hurled the flames.
+Like blood the fire fell o'er the bare young heart,
+And he who watched in one mad bound foresaw
+How blood indeed might flash across that breast.
+The high resolve grew dim in that fierce light,
+"'Tis noble, strong;" then, in a stab of keen
+Humor, he saw again a native brave
+Decking his naked body with the coat
+Crowned with the hat of some sea-faring man,--
+Aping the civilization of his stride
+Till his new prowess fell to comrade's jeers.
+So with a tiger heart it were to wear
+A grave forgiveness of this wanton wrong.
+The primal lust had burst the slender bar,
+Weak white man's morals. Now to slay and slay.
+
+Darkling, he fixed Malua with his eyes,
+Noting each shadow of his changing thoughts,
+When the dear dreams centred on Taka, dreams
+Dimming his sight. Holding his lips apart,
+He slowly rose, Uhila following,
+For in the dark the music of her face
+Smote on the boy till he could bear no more
+The feasting and the firelight; silently
+He rose and stole away. The night was still,
+And "Taka, Taka, Taka," rang his soul
+Against the stars. He felt infinity
+Above him brood, and knew the mighty gods,
+Who once in every lifetime drop an hour
+Of their remembrance fraught with godlike bliss
+To luckless man, had turned on him their eyes.
+Unconsciously his feet retraced the path
+To the dark pool where joy had birth that day.
+The scents that wake when the cool dusk begins
+Lapped him luxuriously; the heavy sweet
+Of passionate gardenia,--kiss made flower,--
+White as his turbulent love, was as the crown
+And climax of the jasmine stars that breathed
+His love in placid day, and when he paused
+Beside the pool, the forest held its breath.
+
+"O sweet, O beautiful!" Malua cried,
+His young eyes blazing to the tropic night.
+"Never before, since all the gods were young,
+Was woman loved as I love Taka." Then,
+Caught in a very ecstasy of love,
+He laid his arms about a slender tree,
+White in the moonlight, and his fevered cheek
+Pressed on its cooling stem. With broken music
+Shaken from his breast, he cried on Taka,--
+Little happy words that mothers whisper
+Above their sleeping babes. "If love could find
+A way to utter love without her lips!"
+Her lips, her eyes, the music of her voice--
+Death would be easy on her golden heart.
+He pictured her at twilight in the door
+Of their far home, with eager arms outstretched
+To welcome him from toil; how she would stand
+A queen among the other women, crowned
+With crimson flowers. How had he won her, he
+A stranger to her people and her blood!
+For in her veins the stream ran pale, but, "Ah,"
+He cried, "my kiss shall burn it red again.
+White she may be, a queen, my queen, she is,
+And still my slave in fetters of my love."
+
+Uhila watched him from the shadow.
+Gods!
+How young he was! as Vave, the swift-footed
+Splendidly strong, an innocent god of war.
+The morn with chilly lips laid myriad kisses
+About his beauty, slipped thro' jealous leaves
+Dripping with silver and fantastic fingers
+Reached to caress him from the amorous trees.
+Hither and forth he paced; Uhila's eyes
+Ached with his hatred of the sight; at length
+"Taka," Malua cried, and stretched his arms
+Rigid in air, his face against the sky.
+The goad was in Uhila's soul, he leapt
+Into the moonlight and upon his foe.
+Fixed to the ground, they strove as giant trees
+Tossing fierce branches in a storm; their wrath
+Smote on them like a tempest, hot with hate.
+Malua knew a curse was in the hands
+That sought his throat, and in the blazing eyes
+Close to his own. Life would defend fair life
+As chief and Taka's lover. Round the shoulders
+Dark and strong, straining to his heaving breast,
+He threw his arms, and locked in that embrace
+They stood a moment, breathing with the quick
+Sharp catch of weary runners. Then a turn--
+Raising his knee, Uhila strove in vain
+To throw his enemy. Upon their heads
+And swaying bodies lay the silver light
+Of the bright moon. The great night seemed to pause
+Chin upon hand to watch the struggle, air
+Hushed to retain the hoarse and laboring sobs
+Such strain brought forth. Their shining bodies, oiled
+In honor of the feast, granted no hold
+To the fierce gripping arms.
+
+                              Then suddenly
+Uhila sprang aside and grasped a branch,
+A rough, harsh weapon--for they were unarmed.
+Wary they watched each other's eyes, like beasts
+Stealthy, retreating, circling with heads low,
+Bodies bent for the catch. Malua sprang
+Close to Uhila, caught his murderous hand,
+And with the branch between them, all its thorns
+Tearing their breasts, they strove once more. The moon
+Glittered in troubled ripples, they had come
+Under the shadow of the trees, the dark
+Goaded Uhila's soul anew, his blood,
+Blazing with conflict, gave him mad-man's strength
+And devil's skill. His straining form relaxed,
+Heavily slipping earthward; ere Malua
+Could gain fresh hold upon his fainting foe,
+Uhila with a twist had laid him low,
+Knee on his breast, lean fingers at his throat
+Seizing his life.
+
+                    Malua's eyes grew dim,
+The gentle stars seen faint thro' hanging leaves
+Wavered uncertainly; his brain seemed black,
+Confused with horrid death, the dewy moss
+He lay on failed beneath him. Suddenly
+Hanging upon the brittle rim of death,
+His outstretched hand, gripping the scattered leaves,
+Closed on a sharp stone, instinct more than brain
+Showed him the way; he raised his weapon, struck
+And struck and struck again.
+The night looked down
+Waning, and saw thro' tangled boughs a still,
+Dead figure on the troubled earth. All stained
+With crimson blood, there lay a crimson wreath,
+And thro' the forest stole a dusky shade
+Fleeing he knew not where save that he 'scaped
+Death, that was lying by the forest pool.
+
+At dawn the weary boy, who thro' the night
+Had cried his love and anguish to the dark,
+Wandering half crazed thro' forest deeps unknown,
+Feeling upon his throat the hand of hate,
+Feeling upon his heart the still more potent
+Fingers of love, came to the open shore
+Waiting for day. The restless, eager foam,
+Stretching white arms around the sleeping earth,
+Woke his great love anew. The loneliness
+Of open spaces set his hungry soul
+Dreaming of Taka, Taka who should come
+And fill the empty world for him. The sky
+Paled at the thought. The dawn was stealing near,
+Glimmering faintly on the edge of night.
+He could delay no longer; like a thief
+He must secure his jewel in the dark.
+In the vast pause that presages the morn
+He came to Taka's door. Ajar it stood,
+And on the mats within he saw revealed
+The pure young oval of her perfect face.
+"Taka, my little one," Malua whispered,
+And thro' her dreams "Malua" passed her lips,
+Slipping insensibly to waking. So
+She saw him at the door and came to him,
+Her dewy dreams still warm within her eyes,
+And gave her face to passionate caress.
+Then with soft, broken words he told again
+His love, and after when her heart was full
+Of glad acceptance, as a flash of fire
+Searing his image on her soul, he told
+How blood had paid the price of love.
+
+                                She heard,
+And daylight ebbed before her eyes to faint
+White mist, then refluent turned and smote
+Her heart's eyes with the horror of the truth.
+Uhila dead. Uhila with the smile
+That woke for her alone. Her thoughts, like leaves
+Blown by cold winds, were scattered, and the words
+"Uhila dead" was but a symbol grim
+Of darkness. All the past, her happy life
+Flower in the sun, her home, and all the dear
+Familiar duties, all her life to come
+Woven with thoughts of kind Uhila, all
+Struck to the ground by murder. In her blood
+The pale drops cried to heaven against the wrong,
+Wrong to her people and her love, till now
+So beautiful.
+
+                        Malua knew her pain,
+And how upon its verdict hung his life.
+Death's flame had touched the golden rose of love.
+If it be dross or gold, the test should tell.
+The black gulf night that lies 'twixt dawn and dawn,
+Deepened by darker sin,--could frail love, tired
+With passion, hope to bridge the perilous way?
+His brain cried, "No," his heart, "Ah, Gods, but yes
+Or I shall die."
+
+                       He laid a tender arm
+About the shrinking child and drew her forth
+Along the forest path. She did not hear
+The morning birds who blithely welcomed  day,
+She did not see the dew upon the leaves,
+Glamour of dawn, but dazed with love and pain,
+Yielding to that she knew not, kept the way
+Towards the forest pool.
+
+                          It seemed to them,
+Waiting the unutterable moment of their loss
+Or utmost gain, as tho' the swinging earth
+Was emptied of all life, the very air
+Seemed hollow and unearthly, breathless pause
+On a great brink. They reached the pool, and Taka
+Gathered her senses till her eyes were clear
+As shining wells of truth. She leaned no more
+Helpless upon Malua, tho' his arm
+Circled her still. Before them on the path,
+Noble and dead, with mute hands pleading, eyes
+Subtle with secrets of eternity,
+Waited Uhila.
+
+                      In a moment's space
+Malua knew the utter pangs of death
+Strong as his soul. And Taka must be free,
+Free to decide between the mighty dead
+And him, the weakest of all living men.
+He spoke no word, the blood of youth once more
+Fought with the skill, the power, the eloquence
+Of great familiar age. If Taka drew
+From out his arms and love a heart-beat's time,
+She had decided, and Uhila won.
+This the boy knew. Taka had seen him, Ah!
+Her woman's heart in pity and distress
+Shivered as tho' cold death had laid a hand
+Upon her brow. Malua felt a hell
+Deep as the world, and then--the sky, pale stars,
+Rose dawn, unfathomed heaven rocked in his heart
+With tumult of his glory. Taka turned,
+Drew closer in his arm, and raising up
+Her flowery face smiled in his eyes.
+                    'Twas done--
+Death, life and passionate passion burned away
+In the white flame of love.
+                    Uhila lay
+Vanquished, forgotten. Turning to the sea,
+Taka, Malua, children of the sun,
+Went forth to meet the sunrise and the day.
+
+
+
+
+
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