That gently kissest the sea,
Then, wed to the ocean breeze,
Playest fan with the breadfruit tree?
Here sprawl Hala-lii’s canes,
There stands bird-haunted Lehua.
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My wreath-maker dwells at Waimea.
Partnered is she to the swirling river;
They plant with flowers the sandy lea,
While the bearded surf, tossed by the breeze,