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 There—in solitudes sweet smelling, Where the mighty Banyan stands, I and she have found a dwelling Shadowed by its giant hands:

All around our banyan bowers Shine the reddening palm-tree ranks, And the wild rare forest flowers Crowded on high purple banks.

Through the long enchanted weather —Ere the swollen fruits yet fall, While red love-birds sit together In thick green, and voices call

From the hidden forest places, And are answered with strange shout By the folk whose myriad faces All day long are peeping out

From shy loopholes all above us In the leafy hollows green, —While all creatures seem to love us, And the lofty boughs are seen