Warm perfumes like a breath from vine and tree <br /> Drift down the darkness. Plangent, hidden from eyes <br /> Somewhere an `eukaleli' thrills and cries <br />And stabs with pain the night's brown savagery. <br />And dark scents whisper; and dim waves creep to me, <br /> Gleam like a woman's hair, stretch out, and rise; <br /> And new stars burn into the ancient skies, <br />Over the murmurous soft Hawaian sea. <br /> <br />And I recall, lose, grasp, forget again, <br /> And still remember, a tale I have heard, or known, <br />An empty tale, of idleness and pain, <br /> Of two that loved -- or did not love -- and one <br />Whose perplexed heart did evil, foolishly, <br />A long while since, and by some other sea.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waikiki/
