W. C. Scully - Namaqualand lyrics

A land of d**hful sleep, where fitful dreams Of hurrying spring scarce wake swift fading flowers; A land of fleckless sky, and sheer-shed beams Of sun and stars through day's and dark's slow hours, A land where sand has choked once fluent streams-- Where gra**less plains lie girt by granite towers That fright the swift and heaven-nurtured teams Of winds that bear afar the sea-gleaned showers. The wild Atlantic, fretted by the breath Of fiery gales o'er leagues of desert sped, Rolls back, and wreaks in surf its thunderous wrath On rocks that down the wan, wide shore are spread; The waves for ever roar a song of d**h, The shore they roar to is for ever dead.