Gert Strydom
While the mist swept in (cavatina)
On that morning dull white the mist swept in,
the small boat-house
in dark colours protruded at the lake,
his loving spouse
embraced, kissed him drawing him close,
startled red grouse
shot up from the reeds in great amok,
a boat on the lake did up and down rock
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