And out of the dusk of the garden a wind came, blest
With the scent of flowers, all cool from the rising dew;
And lo,—in its depth at last,—there, born anew,
The picture passed, and was changed to a world of rest!
Tee. [Derisively.] Oh, go on, Tikipu, go on, go on!
Tiki.
Then, all at once, Wiowani reached a hand:
‘Come,’ he said, ‘come with me! for this is the land
You seek, and thither I go!’
And into the picture he stept, and turning slow