And the gum trees moved their lips and spoke
In the alien language of the oak.
And there grew up tall before my eyes
Pillared redwoods, that prop the skies.
And we stood again where the lilies stand,
Torches, lighting a twilight land;
Lamps of the forest, flashing red,
While the darkness gathered overhead.
For, robed in her purple, the Night came down,
Weaving the starlight into her gown;