Ah, my listener, Rangi and Papa are separated!——
From high above Rangi sent down many words of farewell, so that they sounded all over the Far-stretching Earth, and many were his songs of love to Papa. Ah, his tears still fall upon Papa—they are the dew of the mornings. And Papa sang words of farewell, and her sighs flew up to Rangi as white cloud-messengers of love. Ah—.
Great was the love of the parents, my listener——
Great was the strength of the children!—
Your ear has received the wisdom of the creation of Hawaiki, the home of my people, the Maoris.
III
THE POI-DANCE
