Seer.

Tangaroa!^* Tangaroa! whither now have fled your waves,
Who, 'gainst the land, eternal war wage from out their ocean caves?
Why, abashed, with lowly head,
Sleep they on their heaving bed—
Your sons! your braves!
Tangaroa, tell me why
Flows this fountain silently?
Why has the cataract ceased to moan
Bounding his last bound,
From mountain-top to salt-sea stone
Headlong, with no sound;
And the west wind passes by
Silently, without a sigh?