Robert James T. Jefferson, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Dormant in Man—and not in Man alone— There is another voice—a deeper tone— That lives and dies, And lives again; A yearning, dim and strange— That, pining, mourns, and, mourning, longs in vain For what's beyond the range Of aught we know on earth— Then sleeps or dies—mysterious from its birth! 'Tis in the seas and silent skies! 'Tis in each star that there doth rise! ”
Robert James T. Jefferson, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ The startled whirr and cry of wildfowl from its nest, Disturbed from rest; The Ocean's changeful song, Now low and sweet, now deep and strong— Oft waking in an angry mood In tempest rude, Oft wantoning among the scattered shingle, Where wild waves laugh And idly chaff, Till all come dancing in and break and mingle; The watch-dog's honest bark; The hearty cheer of chanticleer; The cries of weary beasts, that shun The face of man in desert dun And forest wild and dark; The thunder-bolt that shakes the ground; The strong glad voice of man—of all the sweetest sound! ”
Robert James T. Jefferson, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ How sweetly do your bird-like warblings rise; But, in the hush of night, More earnest tones ye raise. The sun shall kiss you with his golden beams, The moon with silver light shall crown you fair ”
