Ensconced in the zigzag fluted wall—
Slipp’ry to climb as Ka-liu-wa’a,
Or the straggling Puna-Hilo hills.—
Ah, the drupes of Manu’u-ke-eu!
Let me string, let me wear them!
Thy body lies smothered in ferns;
Thine eye shines on high like a star,
Or jeweled eye of bat, Pe’a-pe’a.
As a bird, now ruffle your plumage—
How sways the kite in the wind!