(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
"My dream was of thee at sunrise
With light steps over the sea.
Lonely upon the mountain,
I woke from my sleep for thee."
(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
"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.
Thou camest through dawn on the sea,
Red flower on a sunlit stream."
(_Weaving the rosy wreath._)
She laid the scarlet wreath upon his hair.
"My King," she whispered, and Malua's eyes--
Boy, spite of all his battles--filled with tears
Wrung from his burdened heart. He caught her hand;
The lake was hushed with noon-tide, far away
A fond bird starred the forest with a cry.
Then Taka turned, and in her eyes a light--
The light of summer moon in water still--
And in her face the glamour of moon and star,
On which the crimson petals of her lips
Lay trembling, eager wings to her new soul,
Love was confessed.
The day went swiftly on.
Malua left her side to gather fruits
For a love feast together. In a dream
His heart had moved, and like a child he longed
To prove it real by sweet familiar ways,
Serving his fairest lady while their laughter
Fell on the air like music.
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