"I will follow you, my husband!" Through the shadows and the sunshine, Treading softly like a panther . XII. THE SON OF THE EVENING STAR. 'T was the women who in Autumn Stripped the yellow husks of harvest All the old men and the young men Played till midnight, played till morning XVII. THE HUNTING OF PAU-PUK-KEEWIS SHOULD you ask me, whence these stories? With the dew and damp of meadows, I should answer, I should tell you, |