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heart turns to the mountains That I so long have missed, The blue hills on the sky-line, Bird-haunted, sunshine-kissed; For in my soul I see them, The gullies golden-green Where from the hop-vine tangle The bellbird chimes unseen.

And higher yet and higher I want to climb, until The trees give place to bushes Wind-shorn and struggling still For foothold on the corries Steep-sloping to the sky, I want to reach the summit And watch the clouds race by;—