At the retreat of the sun, brown koppies—touched by eve's magic—
Melt into violet isles floating in rose-coloured seas;
Swiftly the rose-flushed seas are lost in an amethyst ocean,
Swiftly the islets dissolve to shadows of indigo-blue;
Pearl-grey, then, grow the plains, and ashen and sombre the koppies;
Bees of darkness alighting, swarm on the sun-wearied waste:
Breezes waken and stir, bright star-flowers bloom in the sky-field,
Night coming down with a sigh roams through the limitless plain.