The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 10, Issue 1 (April 1, 1935)
I stood high on a hill last night,
And watched a village by the sea,
Until it seemed an elfin light,
Transformed the lovely scene for me.
I thought I saw a goddess fair,
Joyously waiting by the shore,
Soft twinkling lights shone here and there,
And flecked the flaunting gown she wore.
Her face was lost in filmy mist,
Her arms far-flung stretched round the bay,
The shades they tossed were amethyst,
Till lost in darkness, far away.
A rapture filled me suddenly,
My goddess glowed like buttercup,
And on the iris rim of sea,
Gold streaks arose, the moon came up.
Then, lo! The moon shone bright,
A soft wind stirred, my vision died,
No lovely goddess waited me,
Only a village; and I cried.
Lake Rotoiti, North Island, New Zealand.
Lake Rotorua, North Island, New Zealand. (Rly. Publicity photos.)
Both on Rotorua, and in the companion lake, Rotoiti, rod-fishing for rainbow trout by wading anglers is an alluring pastime. In places the lake bottom shelves so gradually that the angler may walk out for distances, and good catches are made when the trout come inshore to feed in the evening. But fishing has other charms than fish. Note the forested beauty of the lake coast-line, and the willingness of vegetation to accommodate itself picturesquely to detached fragments. Lakeland is conquerable by water or by road. A natural playground, highly organised by man for the use of man, is at our door. And at moderate cost.