To eyes newborn upon a world of love.

The air was heavy with strange scents, the old

Familiar perfumes seemed so rarely sweet,

The jasmine was the very breath of love.

And when they rested on a flowery bank,

And Taka wove the red hibiscus wreath

To crown Malua, as he gazed at her,

Stretched at her feet, his chin upon his hand,

The whole long world had waited but for this.

"My dream was of thee at sunrise

With light steps over the sea.

Lonely upon the mountain,

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I woke from my sleep for thee."

"The wild dark rocks were round me,

The flowery maids were gone;

I woke, thou—bright as lightning

Beside me—waited the dawn.

"Weaving the rosy wreath,

I weave my life in a dream.

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