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,

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

My eyes grow 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.

the first lines of the poem mention fruits grown in the tropics. where exactly does the poet find himself?

at a church fair
in the west indies
in a dream
on a city street
on a farm