On Kawau Island

Radio Record, Volume V, Issue 30, 5 February 1932, Unnumbered Page

On Kawau Island

Oh, I have scen the moon in all her moodsThe moon a-dying, drear and wan and pale, The moon ablaze with mad inquietudes That anade the owls and wild things cry and wail. But O, the moon that night was passionate red! Red through the hase that from the hilltops spread, Red as the blood that from the Spartans bled; And told of love and war, that old, old tale. There, down below ine on the water, lay The battleships "Dunedin," "Diomede," "Laburnum." Strange, incongruous... That bay Was made for love, I think, leaf-canopied, And never war! ,.. There should have been red lips And the old stateliness of white-sailed ships.

Karakia