The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 11 (January 1, 1939)
Far inland are the woods I know
Where almond-thickets faintly glow
And wild, wet buds—ah! wild, and white—
Gleam through the shades of gold-green light.
Under the boughs that catch the sun
I sometimes dream that there I run,
Close by the raupo, close by the briar,
Warmed by the flames of the rata-fire.
I break through the barriers, blossomy red,
And the wild-rose dew is upon my head,
And it is something most young and sweet
To feel the brown fern under my feet.
I sometimes wake at the cold pale day
To hear them calling from far away—
The thrush and the tui, they call from afar
In konini-dales where the sweet berries are.