[Last night where the roads to east and west]
Last night where the roads to east and west
Cross and the signpost calls Outspan
I saw the shade of some unblest
Pale creature crying as it ran
The little blue harebells of the veld
Scarce bent beneath that ghostly foot
And as I watched it stopped and knelt
In the white sand of the river bed
Against the broken thorns it made
A silvery splash of gathered grey
Like dying fireflies ere they fade
Before the dawn of the coming day
And as I watched the mist brought down
And only the thorn trees green and brown
Gossamer curtains over the veld
Loomed where the forelorn ghost had knelt.
Jagger-biblioteek, Universiteit van Kaapstad
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