Versamelde gedigte

Sorrel City

The many-coloured sorrels starred the hills,

And, clustered in fine contours, splashed the vlei;

Some virgin white, like early frost in May;

Some flaming rose such as the sunset spills
Over the western skyline ere it fills

The sea with gold changing to silver grey -

An old day's mourning for the last-drawn ray

That glorifies the afterglow it kills -
Some chrome, the colour of the cherished ore

Men crush the reef for and make mock of truth;

Some topaz-hued in pure translucency ...

Such were the jewels of the spring she wore

When first I cried her greeting in my youth ...

My Sorrel Town set in a southern sea.