A wintry chill on the highland.

A boom, as of thunder, from this cliff;

A faint distant moaning from that cliff;

A whispered sigh from yonder hill,—

Home of the gods, inviolate,

Shrine of the God Hoalii.

Now groans the soul of the tree a-flame;

Now moans the heart of the restless sea.

Uptorn are the ancient fire-plates.

The Kea-au sea uproots the palms;