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From her home beyond the river in the parting of / the hills, / Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and / scattered in the breeze, / And the tender creepers twined about the chimneys / and the sills, / And the garden flamed with colour like an Eden / through the trees,
She would come along the gully, where the ferns / grew golden fair, / In the stillness of the morning, like the spirit of / the place, / With the sunshafts caught and woven in the meshes / of her hair, / And the pink and white of heathbloom sweetly / blended in her face.