Where the beautiful falls are leaping down!
The falls I ween, of Vúya’s Queen!”
“Maiden-in-waiting, go down to the reef,
A canoe is in, ’tis the voice of a chief!”
Biting her fingers, and clapping her hands,
The maid hail’d the chief as “Lord-o’-the-Lands!”
“Then what would you say,”—asked the fine grandee,
“If on this shore I crowned be?”
The maid ran back without further ado,
And the lady sped to the Lord’s canoe!