Versamelde gedigte

Twilight in the Bushveld

When the dun twilight deepens, and the lark
Hides from the sheen of the chatoyant stars,
The thorny bushveld veils its time-worn scars
In green black shadows, and its stately park
Stirs into vocal life; the zebra's bark,
The striped hyaena's strident laugh that jars
The listening ear, the lion's haughty bars,
Combine to make a chorus in the dark.
A world of weary men, whose restless care
Forbids the blessing contemplation brings,
Finds here a solace which it, too, may share
With those to whom these notes and murmurings

[p. 494]

 

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Jagger-biblioteek, Universiteit van Kaapstad