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The valley's full of misty cloud, / Its tinted beauty drowning, / The Eucalypti roar aloud, / The mountain fronts are frowning.
The mist is hanging like a pall / From many granite ledges, / And many a little waterfall / Starts o'er the valley's edges.
The sky is of a leaden grey, / Save where the north is surly, / The driven daylight speeds away, / And night comes o'er us early.
But, love, the rain will pass full soon, / Far sooner than my sorrow, / And in a golden afternoon / The sun may set to-morrow.