The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 9, Issue 5 (August 1, 1934)
New Zealand River
Over! Over! Over!
Over and ended the dream by the river.
Born of the rain
Held by the wind
Heavy with scent of white field clover.
Twisting and turning
The blue of the river,
Lupin and fescue and broom together,
Snared the feet and the heart together,
Tore my heart
As it never was torn
By anyone guised as a human lover.
Treefoil and gorse! Ah, the seas of yellow
Guarded and banded by seas of willow…‥
Leave my heart lest it break forever,
Leave my heart as I leave forever …
Call me not to the fields of clover—
Because of the dream—it is ended and over.