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The Semliki
Drowsy with sun, the mighty plain
Lies dreaming of old days,
Wondering when will come again
Along the ancient ways
The lordly tuskers and their train,
The thousand herds to graze.
Old sluggard giant, unaware
That wire clinging from tree to tree-
Cecil Fohn
That sibyl singing in the air-
Is death to your large liberty!
Old giant, drugged with sleep and sun,
Ignorant that you are undone!