From the Afrikaans of Elisabeth Eybers
The lesser seasons pass in wide,
Sure exodus across a land
Where she retains the Spring, whom love
Exalts one season out of time.
Hate and destruction fix elsewhere
The standards of the night. In her,
Whom blood, whom struggle also wait,
Peace and well-being hold out still.
The horseman halts, the sickle lowers;
And in the distance of her glance
Death measures his dominion’s end.
She summons, ward of timelessness,
All futures in the faint reflex
Of life forever re-begun.