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Alfred Austin - "Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,"
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Here, where the vine and fig bask hand in hand,
 And the hot lizard lies along the wall,
 Blinded I shrink where cypress shadows fall,
 And gaze upon the far—off mountains bland:
 Then down the dusty track Lorenzo planned
 Watch the slow oxen oscillating crawl
 Sleek in the sultry glare, and feel withal
 Half alien still in a familiar land.
 But when from out the stone—pine slopes that rise
 In the clear ether, black against the blue,
 The cuckoo suddenly calls, I close mine eyes
 In visionary rapture, think of you,
 Hear the home—music of your Kentish skies,
 And dream that I am drenched with English dew.
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