The Cousin Of Karu
p. 23 · Read in the full issue
An Islands Love Song TV/fY love’s at Pirapira-wai, that lies along the hills, And ever by her leafy hut a wood-dove coos and trills.
Ah! Swift wood-dove; ah! shy wood dove, tribe totem of the maid I love, Coo to her low and softly warn, with ten der note at break of dawn, That Karu fain would woo her.
The creek at Pirapira-wai winds down to
betal’d plain;
Its lazy waters, singing on, to fern-clad shores complain: “Our passing waters now have missed the drinking lips we might have kissed.
When singing reeds warned she was near we should have loitered, cool and clear, Her smile we then had mirrored.”
Alice Allen Innes.