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 544 TORU DUTT. No other tree could live, but gallantly The giant wears the scarf, and flowers are hung In crimson clusters all the boughs among, "Whereon all day are gathered bird and bee ; And oft at night the garden overflows "With one sweet song that seems to have no close Sung darkling from our tree while men repose. "When first my casement is wide open thrown At dawn, my eyes delighted on it rest ; Sometimes, and most in winter, on its crest A grey baboon sits statue-like alone "Watching the sunrise ; while on lower boughs His puny offspring leap about and play ; And far and near ko-kilas hail the day; And to their pastures wend our sleepy cows; And in the shadow, on the broad tank cast By that hoar tree, so beautiful and vast, • The water-lilies spring, like snow enmassed. But not because of its magnificence Dear is the Casuarina to my soul : Beneath it we have played ; though years may roll sweet companions, loved with love intense, For your sakes, shall the tree be ever dear? Blent with your images, it shall arise In memory, till the hot tears blind mine eyes ! "What is that dirge-like murmur that I hear Like the sea breaking on a shingle-beach? It is the tree's lament, an eerie speech That haply to the unknown land may reach. Unknown, yet well-known to the eye of faith ! Ah, I have heard that wail far, far, away In distant lands, by many a sheltered bay, "When slumbered in his cave the water-wraith And the waves gently kissed the classic shore Of France or Italy, beneath the moon, "When earth lay tranced in a dreamless swoon: And every time the music rose — before Mine inner vision rose a form sublime, Thy form, O Tree, as in my happy prime 1 saw thee, in my own loved native clime.