Cobwebs in the hedgerows of the narrow country lanes
Silkwhisper as you pass them, a ghostly counterpane.
Soon Godbeams will slide slowly over hilltops in the East
Rise and shine this morning for man and bird and beast.

Faster then and faster sunwaves flicker through the leaves
Of Pohutukawa, Punga, a dawntime semibreve.
In the bay the flicker light now clatters, shatters sight.
No rest now for creatures all until the fall of night.

On to the embracement of the bayhills, high and far
Past the godwits playground and the whalegraves next the bar.
Seek the distant landbend that gathers in the swell,
And grieve the morning softly on the sands of Cape Farewell.