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Oh land of my habitation,
your roots all seasons beautify
while you like covered salutation
most comfortably in winter lie
prostrate in your nakedness,
ice-bellied at times but sheltered
your limbs dilate in anticipation
of early Spring kisses melting
to sate you in gratification.
Warmth will call forth your name
and Cornwall's bosom will shake
open, elated and blooming again.