Marcus Andrew Hislop Clarke,
The Song of Tigilau
(1873)
“ Came over, Sina, at the setting moon! II. The moon shines round and bright; She, with her dark-eyed maidens at her side, Watches the rising tide, While balmy breathes the starry southern night, While languid heaves the lazy southern tide; The rising tide, O Sina, and the setting moon III. The night is past, is past and gone, The moon sinks to the west, The sea-heart beats opprest, And Sina's passionate breast Heaves like the sea, when the pale moon has gone, Heaves like the passionate sea, Sina, left by the moon alone! ”
