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VI
She whispers, 'From the South I bring you balm,
 For on a tropic mountain was I born,
While some dark dweller by the coco-palm
 Watch'd my far meadow zoned with airy morn;
From under rose a muffled moan of floods;
 I sat beneath a solitude of snow;
There no one came, the turf was fresh, the woods
 Plunged gulf on gulf thro' all their vales below.
I saw beyond their silent tops
 The steaming marshes of the scarlet cranes,
The slant seas leaning on the mangrove copse,
 And summer basking in the sultry plains
 About a land of canes;