TROUBADOUR.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 189, 12 August 1933, Page 1 (Supplement)

TROUBADOUR.

A most curious survival, that old, old straight-line tattoo. But the, descendants of Tamatea and of the other canoe crews in course of time devised a far more artistic and intricate system of adornment, the pinnacle of indigenous artistry. fr

I have given them songs and praises, all the many Mayfly lovers, whose bright love (lanced ! and was ended ; All that I was, I gave. But you not any Song of mine shall garner. Pass by. unfriended. Not from, these worn, dim strings, that sang at all doors— Less from worship than from their love of singing— Shall I pluck music to match this music of yours, Which is the lonely crest of the wKd swans' winglns. None shall know, from any telling of mine. Whether your face held the light of the youngest star— Whether the curve of your mouth was a road drawn far Into a secret forest—uuto a shrine. There is no gift for you hero, save the thing uuspoken— Save silence, white as the moonnse, and as unbroken. • , —KOBIX HIDU. Auckland.