So judged, and a day was named; and soon as the morning broke, Canoes were thrust in the sea and the houses emptied of folk. Strong blew the wind of the south, the wind that gathers the clan; Along all the line of the reef the clamorous surges ran ;
And the clouds were piled on the top of the island mountain-high, A mountain throned on a mountain. The fleet of canoes swept by In the midst, on the green lagoon, with a crew released from care, Sailing an even water, breathing a summer air ,
Cheered by a cloudless sun; and ever to left and right,
Bursting surge on the reef, drenching storms on the height. So the folk of Vaiau sailed and were glad all day ,
Coasting the palm-tree cape and crossing the populous bay
By all the towns of the Tevas ; and still as they bowled along, Boat would
