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, green and leafy Wharncliffe trees That tremble to and fro, You rustle in the languid breeze And catch the evening glow. Across the dusty gloomy street, I note your tender sheen, But unto me it is not sweet, Who see what I have seen.

The slender Coco palms I crave Beside a purple sea, Where every phosphorescent wave Leaps up in ecstasy, Towards the tangled stars above That sparkle in the blue, These are the things I know and love. How can I care for you?

I always feel a sense of loss If, at the close of day, I cannot see the Southern Cross Break through the gathered grey, 71