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 Golden wattle, and golden broom, Silver stars of the rosewood bloom; Amber sunshine, and smoke-blue shade: Opal colours that glow and fade; On the gold of the upland grass Blue cloud-shadows that swiftly pass; Wood-smoke blown in an azure mist; Hills of tenuous amethyst….

Oft the colours are pitched so high The deepest note is the cobalt sky; We have to wait till the sunset comes For shades that feel like the beat of drums Or like organ notes in their rise and fall— Purple and orange and cardinal, Or the peacock-green that turns soft and slow To peacock-blue as the great stars show….

Sugar-gum boles flushed to peach-blow pink; Blue-gums, tall at the clearing's brink;