New Zealand

GOD girt her about with the surges
And winds of the masterless deep,
Whose tumult uprouses and urges
Quick billows to sparkle and leap;
He filled from the life of their motion
Her nostrils with breath of the sea,
And gave her afar in the ocean
A citadel free.

Her never the fever-mist shrouding,
Nor drought of the desert may blight,
Nor pall of dun smoke overclouding
Vast cities of clamorous night,
But the voice of abundance of waters,
Cold rivers that stay not or sleep,
Greets children, the sons and the daughters
Of light and the deep.

Lo! here where each league hath its fountains
In isles of deep fern and tall pine,
And breezes snow-cooled on the mountains,
Or keen from the limitless brine,
See men to the battlefield pressing
To conquer one foe—the stern soil,
Their kingship in labour expressing,
Their lordship in toil.

Though young they are heirs of the ages,
Though few they are freemen and peers,
Plain workers—yet sure of the wages
Slow Destiny pays with the years.
Though least they and latest their nation,
Yet this they have won without sword—
That Woman with Man shall have station,
And Labour be lord.

The winds of the sea and high heaven
Speed pure to her kissed by the foam;
The steeds of her ocean undriven,
Unbitted and riderless roam,
And clear from her lamp newly lighted
Shall stream o’er the billows upcurled
A light as of wrongs at length righted,
Of hope to the world.

by William Pember Reeves

Comments (10)

Enjoyed your poem. Really beautiful!
Appreciating those simple things in life, just as we should.
Oh, how beatiful this is, ...yes...a moment of lilac or dogwood will break the composure of any romantic, promises must spring forth! My friend, this is the best poem I have read in a good while, I just love it! ! ! Congrats! ! !
Touching expression with nice collocation. Beautiful poem shared.
A fine reflection rich with details of her life. Her simile of salt on melon especially stands out for me. -GK
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