Far-fetched with tales of other worlds and ways, br My skin well-oiled with wines of the Levant, br I set my face into a filial smile br To greet the pale, domestic kiss of Kent. br br But shall I never learn? That gawky girl, br Recalled so primly in my foreign thoughts, br Becomes again the green-haired queen of love br Whose wanton form dilates as it delights. br br Her rolling tidal landscape floods the eye br And drowns Chianti in a dusky stream; br he flower-flecked grasses swim with simple horses, br The hedges choke with roses fat as cream. br br So do I breathe the hayblown airs of home, br And watch the sea-green elms drip birds and shadows, br And as the twilight nets the plunging sun br My heart's keel slides to rest among the meadows.