Bananas ripe and green and ginger-root,
⁠Cocoa in pods and alligator pears,
And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit,
⁠Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs,

Set in the window, bringing memories
⁠Of fruit trees laden by low-singing rills,
And dewy dawns and mystical blue skies
⁠In benediction over nun-like hills.

Mine eyes grew dim and I could no more gaze,
⁠A wave of longing through my body swept,
And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,
⁠I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.