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is not easy to understand For you that come from a distant land Where all the colours are low in pitch— Deep purples, emeralds deep and rich, Where autumn's flaming and summer's green— Here is a beauty you have not seen.

All is pitched in a higher key, Lilac, topaz, and ivory, Palest jade-green and pale clear blue Like aquamarines that the sun shines through, Golds and silvers, we have at will— Silver and gold on each plain and hill, Silver-green of the myall leaves, Tawny gold of the garnered sheaves, Silver rivers that silent slide, Golden sands by the water-side,