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IN A TROPICAL GARDEN

(Peradeniya, Ceylon)

I

The sun moves here as a master-mage of nature all day long,

With fingers of heat and light that touch to a mystical growth all things.

The spell of him puts pale Time to sleep, as an opiate strange and strong,

And a waft of his wand, the wind, enchantment brings.

II

The python roots of the rubber-tree where the cobra slips in peace

Are wonders that he has waved from the earth as a presage of his power.

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And the giant stems of the bamboo-grass, the pool astounded, sees,

Are a marvel to keep it still hour after hour.

III

The long lianas that reach in dreamy rout from tree to tree

Are dazed with the sense of sap that he calls to the tangle of their sprays.

The scarlet-hearted hibiscus stands entranced and the torrid bee

Is husht upon its rim, as in amaze

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