Robert Louis Stevenson,
The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition…
“ Nor ever a sound but of birds, or the rain when it falls with a shout;For death and the fear of death beleaguer the valley about.Tapu it is, but the gods will surely pardon despair;Tapu, but what of that? If Rua can only dare.Tapu and tapu and tapu, I know they are every one right;But the god of every tapu is not always quick to smite.Lie secret there, my Rua, in the arms of awful gods,Sleep in the shade of the trees on the couch of the kindly sods,Sleep and dream of Taheia, Taheia will wake for you ”
