* BY SIMON'S BAY *

In the mountain fold

By the green-blue bay,

Where the waves are flecked

By the evening gold

At the close of day;

And the berg is decked

With a film of grey,

And the mountain's frown

On the darkening town —

My mem'ries stray.

By the fringing beach,

By the restless wave,

Is the straggling town,

And its limits reach

From the highest place

By the mountain's crown

To the mountain's base —

Where the waters lave.

Hopeful Town

By the Cape of Hope;

By the sandy slope

Where the Hills look down;

By the wind-swept kloof —

On the barrack, grim:

On the whitened roof,

On the garden trim:

On the restless Bay

Where the sea-fowl whirls

And the spume-dust swirls

To the Zephyr's whim —

At the close of day.

Darkening Bay,

Where ever lay

Alert to slip

From leashes taut

A blood-flecked hound

In the pale lean ship;

And where the sound

Of echoing boom

From far away

Is a full-mouthed bay,

As the quarry's found.

Mournful bay

In green and grey,

I've thought on you

This many a day.