Excerpt from The Song of Milkanwatha: Translated From the Original Samoan-Feejee "He, of a damsel, with fellow-maidens sporting, In vital brilliance dropping through the star-gate Of the high luminous land, was born; And lifting into life his facial flower, Throughout the vast passivity he passed, All active; scaling on foot the mount, That he his starry ancestry might hail, There converse held, with all the eloquent orbs; Adown a foamy current, in a skiff, Dimpling the wave, he sped; great the show Of lawny-weepers, lifted to dim eyes; He fainted, asked the watery powers, and at last, With eyne by spirit-fire purged, discerned How sweet was truth, for death in truth was life, Initiate, mystic, perfected, epopt, Illuminate, adept, transcendent, he Ivy-like lived, and died, and again lived, Resuscitant - god of psycho-pompous function." "The Mystic." - Philip James Bailey About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.