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Mount Tarawera.
115
Down in the valley,
Hemmed in by mountains,
Vivid and verdant,
O’er the morass.
Bends to the East wind,
Bows to the West wind,
Wooing the stranger
To his undoing,
Raupo kakino.
Hemmed in by mountains,
Vivid and verdant,
O’er the morass.
Bends to the East wind,
Bows to the West wind,
Wooing the stranger
To his undoing,
Raupo kakino.
M. A. Sinclair.
LXX.
Mount Tarawera.
In sunshine stretching lightly o’er
The Lake’s far end from shore to shore,
Long stripes of gauze-like awning lay—
In stripes serene and white as they,
Repeated on its bright blue floor:
And many a rocky rugged bluff,
With crimson-blossoming boscage rough,
O’er beetling crest and crevice flung;—
White cliff or dark-green hill afar
With patches bleached of scarp and scar—
Stood boldly forward sunrise-fired,
Or back in sun-filled mist retired.
Untrembling, round the glistering rim
Of that expanse of blooming blue,
From headland bright or inlet’s brim,
Long fringes of reflection hung.
The Lake’s far end from shore to shore,
Long stripes of gauze-like awning lay—
In stripes serene and white as they,
Repeated on its bright blue floor:
And many a rocky rugged bluff,
With crimson-blossoming boscage rough,
O’er beetling crest and crevice flung;—
White cliff or dark-green hill afar
With patches bleached of scarp and scar—
Stood boldly forward sunrise-fired,
Or back in sun-filled mist retired.
Untrembling, round the glistering rim
Of that expanse of blooming blue,
From headland bright or inlet’s brim,
Long fringes of reflection hung.