
Anton Smit South African , b. 1954
She walks in beauty like the night
A heart whose live is innocent
Weep for those whose shrines are desolate
Whose sand a dream
Oh! In the lightening but thy glace appear
Lovely forms caressed me
The serpent by art
Coils around the heart.” – Anton Smit, Inspired by
“All is vanity, Saith the Preacher by Lord Byron”