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Emigravit.
VII.
Emigravit.
Mountain lilies shine Far up against the snow,And the ratas twine On wooded slopes below.Rata and clematis Sweet as bush may hold;While honey-loving wild birds kiss The kowhai’s cups of gold.Dear and fair shall all of these Henceforth to children be:But ah! my childhood’s flowers Are far away from me.
In an English lane, Where the primrose patches blow, And the sweet spring rain Hangs jewels high and low.
Homely flowers set Where our farmsteads rise,Make an England yet Under sunny southern skies.Lilac scent is blown With wattle on the breeze;September bids the leaves grow broad On happy English trees;And apple-orchards smile again In sweet, familiar show—But in my heart is mourning For the scenes of long ago.