In Tonga

The windy rain beats, beats about my door--
Alas for love when love goes wandering!
The dawn mist rises on the forest floor--
Alas for life when love goes wandering!
With wet, green leaves the palm-trees lash the night,
The pitiless trades drive wild gods in their flight.
And, ah, my lover! Moons have come and gone,
The fighting ended, still he lingers on.
Sleepless I hear the demon wind above--
Alas for love when love goes wandering!
And I must wed with one I do not love--
Alas for life when love goes wandering!