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 For the spray-dewed slender fern-fronds beside the cataract, The wet black rocks between:

For the pine-tree like a church-spire, that grows upon the ridge, For the lizard at its foot That is quicker than a thought, yea, and greener than the moss Growing round the great tree's root:

For the ocean stretching dark to the clear horizon-line, For the one white distant sail, For the ripple and the crisp and the calmness of the bay With the tide-lines showing pale:

For the bright-eyed life astir in the grave depths of the bush, For each glimpse of it we get; For the pattering of rain when the tree-frogs chant in choir And the glistening leaves are wet: