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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Rose of Dawn + A Tale of the South Sea + +Author: Helen Hay + +Illustrator: John La Farge + +Release Date: August 7, 2006 [EBook #19005] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROSE OF DAWN *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class='figcenter' style='width: 350px; padding-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 1em;'> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.png' alt='' title='' /><br /> +</div> + +<hr class='major' /> + +<table width="430" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="" border="1"> + <col style="width:100%;" /> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <table width="90%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="" border="0"> + <col style="width:100%;" /> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <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 /> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td> + <div class='figcenter' style='width: 150px; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 4em;'> + <a name="illus-001" id="illus-001"></a> + <img src='images/illus-emb.png' alt='150' title='' /><br /> + </div> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <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 /> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + </td> + </tr> +</table> + +<hr class='major' /> + +<p class='center'><i>Copyright, 1901, by</i> R. H. RUSSELL</p> + +<p class='center'>University Press · John Wilson<br />and Son · 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,—</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,—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—</span><br /> +<span>Sun of the South—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:—</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—</span><br /> +<span>"And for a bride. Come, Hopa, sing of laughter."</span><br /> +<span>Hopa sang:—</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,—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,—all homely things,</span><br /> +<span>Which hold the people's hearts.—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—</span><br /> +<span>The threading of bright flowers into wreaths—</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,—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, antennæ-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—</span><br /> +<span>Half conscious of a gladness—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—</span><br /> +<span>Then—morning broke, and I behold the sun!"—</span><br /> +<span>He held her with his gaze and found her eyes—</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—soft musty fragrances—</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—</span><br /> +<span>A little space deprived of flowers and life—</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,—</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,—as deep and brown</span><br /> +<span>As Taka's eyes,—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,—</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;—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—bright as lightning</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beside me—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—</span><br /> +<span>Boy, spite of all his battles—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—</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,—</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—he should never guess—</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,—</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—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—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—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,—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—</span><br /> +<span>A ruby in the raven hair of night—</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—</span><br /> +<span>Uhila bow!—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,—</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,—kiss made flower,—</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,—</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—</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—</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—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,—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—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—</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 --> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rose of Dawn, by Helen Hay + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ROSE OF DAWN *** + +***** This file should be named 19005-h.htm or 19005-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/9/0/0/19005/ + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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