Robert Louis Stevenson,
Ballads
(1890)
“ Taheia, heavy of hair, leaped through the dark to his arms; Taheia leaped to his clasp, and was folded in from alarms. "Rua, beloved, here, see what your love has brought; Coming—alas! returning—swift as the shuttle of thought; Returning, alas! for to-night, with the beaten drum and the voice, In the shine of many torches must the sleepless clan rejoice; And Taheia the well-descended, the daughter of chief and priest, 280Taheia must sit in her place in the crowded bench of the feast." ”
