On their long, slim, silver stems The plumes of the blue gum sway, Each feather a lancet leaf, Each proud plume green blue grey. The pale trunks like white wands As they sway their plumes on high; The plumes like puffs of smoke Against the clear blue sky. Each bows to the whispering wind And flutters and ripples aloft; The blood in each red vein gleams As the spear in the sun is caught.
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