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Bananas ripe and green,†# and ginger-root,
Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruitgrapefruit,
Fit for the highest prize at parish1 fairs,.
Set in the window, bringingburning memories
Of fruit-trees fruit trees* laden ,* by low-singing rills sills[SIC]* ,
And dewy dawns,*†# and mystical blue skies
In benediction over nun-like hills.
My eyes grew dim, and I could no more gaze; A wave of longing overwhelmed my soul,* Mine eyes grew dim and I could no more gaze,†# My eyes grew dim, and I could no more gaze:
A wave of longing through my body swept, My heart grew faint ceasing its furious throbbing;*
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, And in the thronged street, losing self-control,*
I turned aside and bowed my head and wept. Like a child lost and lone, I fell to sobbing.*