THE COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF R. L. STEVENSON. Robert Louis Stevenson

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       From end to end of the island, thought not the distance long,

       But forth from king to king carried the tale of her wrong.

       To king after king, as they sat in the palace door, she came,

       Claiming kinship, declaiming verses, naming her name

       And the names of all of her fathers; and still, with a heart on the rack,

       Jested to capture a hearing and laughed when they jested back;

       So would deceive them a while, and change and return in a breath,

       And on all the men of Vaiau imprecate instant death;

       And tempt her kings — for Vaiau was a rich and prosperous land,

       And flatter — for who would attempt it but warriors mighty of hand?

       And change in a breath again and rise in a strain of song,

       Invoking the beaten drums, beholding the fall of the strong,

       Calling the fowls of the air to come and feast on the dead.

       And they held the chin in silence, and heard her, and shook the head;

       For they knew the men of Taiárapu famous in battle and feast,

       Marvellous eaters and smiters: the men of Vaiau not least.

       To the land of the Námunu-úra, to Paea, at length she came,

       To men who were foes to the Tevas and hated their race and name.

       There was she well received, and spoke with Hiopa the king.

       And Hiopa listened, and weighed, and wisely considered the thing.

      “Here in the back of the isle we dwell in a sheltered place,”

       Quoth he to the woman, “in quiet, a weak and peaceable race.

       But far in the teeth of the wind lofty Taiárapu lies;

       Strong blows the wind of the trade on its seaward face, and cries

       Aloud in the top of arduous mountains, and utters its song

       In green continuous forests. Strong is the wind, and strong

       And fruitful and hardy the race, famous in battle and feast,

       Marvellous eaters and smiters: the men of Vaiau not least.

       Now hearken to me, my daughter, and hear a word of the wise:

       How a strength goes linked with a weakness, two by two, like the eyes.

       They can wield the ómare well and cast the javelin far;

       Yet are they greedy and weak as the swine and the children are.

       Plant we, then, here at Paea a garden of excellent fruits;

       Plant we bananas and kava and taro, the king of roots;

       Let the pigs in Paea be tapu and no man fish for a year;

       And of all the meat in Tahiti gather we threefold here.

       So shall the fame of our plenty fill the island and so,

       At last, on the tongue of rumour, go where we wish it to go.

       Then shall the pigs of Taiárapu raise their snouts in the air;

       But we sit quiet and wait, as the fowler sits by the snare,

       And tranquilly fold our hands, till the pigs come nosing the food:

       But meanwhile build us a house of Trotéa, the stubborn wood,

      Bind it with incombustible thongs, set a roof to the room,

       Too strong for the hands of a man to dissever or fire to consume;

       And there, when the pigs come trotting, there shall the feast be spread,

       There shall the eye of the morn enlighten the feasters dead.

       So be it done; for I have a heart that pities your state,

       And Nateva and Námunu-úra are fire and water for hate.”

       All was done as he said, and the gardens prospered; and now

       The fame of their plenty went out, and word of it came to Vaiau.

       For the men of Námunu-úra sailed, to the windward far,

       Lay in the offing by south where the towns of the Tevas are,

       And cast overboard of their plenty; and lo! at the Tevas’ feet

       The surf on all the beaches tumbled treasures of meat.

       In the salt of the sea, a harvest tossed with the refluent foam;

       And the children gleaned it in playing, and ate and carried it home;

       And the elders stared and debated, and wondered and passed the jest,

       But whenever a guest came by eagerly questioned the guest;

       And little by little, from one to another, the word went round:

       “In all the borders of Paea the victual rots on the ground,

       And swine are plenty as rats. And now, when they fare to the sea,

       The men of the Námunu-úra glean from under the tree

       And load the canoe to the gunwale with all that is toothsome to eat;

       And all day long on the sea the jaws are crushing the meat,

      The steersman eats at the helm, the rowers munch at the oar,

       And at length, when their bellies are full, overboard with the store!”

       Now was the word made true, and soon as the bait was bare,

       All the pigs of Taiárapu raised their snouts in the air.

       Songs were recited, and kinship was counted, and tales were told

       How war had severed of late but peace had cemented of old

       The clans of the island. “To war,” said they, “now set we an end,

       And hie to the Námunu-úra even as a friend to a friend.”

       So judged, and a day was named; and soon as the morning broke,

       Canoes were thrust in the sea, and the houses emptied of folk.

       Strong blew the wind of the south, the wind that gathers the clan;

       Along all the line of the reef the clamorous surges ran;

       And the clouds were piled on the top of the СКАЧАТЬ