In Ka-ú an oasis-park remains;

Her smoke covers Puna with night.

What a robbery this, to crush the flowers!

My bodily self, my lehuas, gone!

My precious lehuas, clean down to Puna!

And Puna—the land is trenched and seared!

The smoke that o’erhangs it, that I can see.

High surf in the Pit, turmoiling the sky—

The god who ate Puna’s Lehuas,

She ’twas laid waste green-robed Hawaii.