I ripple the fronds of the cocoanut palms,
As I join with the voice of the sea
The somnolent swell of the mystical psalms
That I breathe from the quivering tree.
I hush to the cries of the wandering crane
Out over the shimmering lee;
The murmuring moan of the faraway main,
And the hum of the hovering bee:—
Then I leap to the crest of the towering pine
And I sing of the life that I see…
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