Katherine Mansfield

But then there comes that moment
When, for no cause that I can find,
The little voices of the
Sound above all the sea and wind

I saw a tiny
Under a bright blue
That had white
And forked ribs of gold

The
Walked out into the
And splashed in all the pubbles
She had such shocking

I climbed up the karaka
Into a nest all made of
But soft as feathers
I made up a song that went on singing all by

Now this is the story of
Who ages and ages
Lived right on the top of a mountain,
A mountain all covered with snow

Out in the garden,
Out in the windy, swinging dark,
Under the trees and over the flower-beds,
Over the grass and under the hedge border,

The gulls are mad-in-love with the river,
And the river unveils her face and smiles
In her sleep-brooding eyes they mirror their shining wings
She lies on silver pillows: the sun leans over her