William Elijah Hunter, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Only love's unshadowed pleasure Can give birth to such a measure; Love, without its care and pain, Such as others seek in vain, Surely is this creature's gain! Love we dream of, pining, yearning, To be lost within its burning! ”
William Elijah Hunter, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Rise and vanish into air; Nor thereafter dare nor deign, Here to fold his wings again. Ah, their vigil is not vain! Hark ! the music falls like rain, When in heaven's bright abyss, One lone cloud and no wind is. ”
William Elijah Hunter, A Treasury of South African Poetry and Verse (1907)
“ Where the alders interlace Their boughs above me, and the blue Bells and flowers of purple hue Make beautiful the lone recess With glamour of their loveliness. —Nature for herself against All the world this valley fenced. ”
