Dear me, it is beautiful! And most sumptuously tropical, as to character of foliage and opulence of it.

"What though the spicy breezes blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle"-- an eloquent line, an incomparable line; it says little, but conveys whole libraries of sentiment, and Oriental charm and mystery, and tropic deliciousness--a line that quivers and tingles with a thousand unexpressed and inexpressible things, things that haunt one and find no articulate voice.

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