we sailed to Easter riding winds of light
and, soft, before the the people were aware,
removed her to our dark abyss of night.
Thereafter, from a time that's out of mind,
a sentry stands in place upon the shore
as drawn by Rapa Nui rendered blind
to life but for the sacred task they bore.
His stony face forever to the sea;
his charge to stand until we have released her
as bid by the forgotten race to be;
eternal shall he look away from Easter...
to leagues and leagues away and yet beyond
with all his stony brethern of the bond.
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