*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.