In The Rangitaki Valley

valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I stand; It beats about me like waves Of a magical, golden sea The barren heart of the world Alive at the kiss of the sun, The yellow mantle of Summer Flung over a laughing land, Warm with the warmth of her body Sweet with the kiss of her breath O valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O mystical marriage of Earth With the passionate Summer sun! To her lover she holds a cup And the yellow wine o'erflows. He has lighted a little torch And the whole of the world is ablaze. Prodigal wealth of love! Breast high in the blossom I stand.