Abysses profound, heights twisting the neck.
A child is this steep thing of the cliff Kau-kini,
A swelling cloud on the peak of Auwana.
Wondrous the care and toil to make the pa-ú!
What haste to finish, when put a-soak
In the side-glancing stream of Apua!
Caught by the rain-scud that searches the glen,
The tinted gown illumines the pali—
The sheeny steep shot with buds of lama—
Outshining the comely malua-ula.