Then came Kahiki’s King and took me—
The King who sails this purple and blue,
An ocean, now black, now amber,
The dark mottled sea of Kane,
The sea that whelmed those monarchs of old,
A sea that is ghostly, foreign, strange.
Lohiau flowers anew in the sunlight;
It is I, Lohiau! Do you hear it?
New life has come to Lohiau!
To Lohiau, aye, to Lohiau!