Trees of Wharncliffe House
Oh, 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,
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