MOTUNAU.

Star (Christchurch), Volume LXVI, Issue 20221, 3 February 1934, Page 23 (Supplement)

MOTUNAU.

Low hills, a river, cliff and rocks, A sea and sunset sky; A boatshed and an island lone Across white nymphs that sigh With cadence soft, yet sadly sweet, They croon a song for me. That none but those white lips may sing, A love song of the sea.

From where the headland dips away I watch those streamers white I’ve watched the day go down the west, Prest by the lips of night. And now the moon her radiance flings On sea and isle and hill. Where beauty blends into the song That breaks the night so still.

And out the beauty and the song There comes to me a theme Which bears me cut to leave me lost On loved shorelands of dream. And one is whispering through the waves, Sweet words she breathed me then, And in the sprav that lifts away I see her face again.

She has not changed through all the years. Like isle, and sea, and sky; She is the same, she calls to me. I answer, “ Here am I.” And meet her. lost to all that is, To time and tide and place Her hands have clasped my hands, and oh, Her face has touched my fface. T. E. L. ROBERTS.