Versamelde gedigte

Lowveld in winter

The parklike beauty of these pastures bears

The tranquil peace and quiet dignity

That rest on old men's faces, fittingly

Transfiguring every blemish that impairs
Their calm serenity. Here unawares

The wandering eye, skirting the windless lea,

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Marks through its shimmering green translucency

 

The life beyond in which all live things share.

 

Let none complain that Nature, prodigal

 

Of life and beauty, squanders here her hoard,

 

To harvest nothing but her own decay.

 

New seasons shed new splendours that recall

 

The faded years, whose riches could afford

 

Such varied wealth to dower a winter's day.

Cape Times, 11 September 1946