IN THAT EARLY dusk of a distracted age, When God in scorn of his own workmanship violently shook his head at his primitive efforts, an impatient wave snatched you away, Africa, from the bosom of the East, and kept you breeding in a dense enclosure of niggardly light, guarded by giant trees. There you slowly stored the baffling mysteries of the wilderness in the dark cellars of your profound privacy, conned the signals of land and water difficult to read; and the secret magic of Nature invoked in your mind magic rites from beyond the boundaries of consciousness. You donned the disguise of deformity to mock the terrible, and in a mimicry of a sublime ferocity made yourself fearful to conquer fear. You are hidden, alas, under a black veil, which obscures your human dignity to the darkened vision of contempt. With man-traps stole upon you those hunters whose fierceness was keener than the fangs of your wolves, whose pride was blinder than your lightless forests. The savage greed of the civilised stripped naked its unashamed inhumanity. You wept and your cry was smothered, your forest trails became muddy with tears and blood, while the nailed boots of the robbers left their indelible prints along the history of your indignity. And all the time across the sea, church bells were ringing in their towns and villages, the children were lulled in mothers' arms, and poets sang hymns to Beauty. Today when on the western horizon the sunset sky is stifled with dust-storm, when the beast, creeping out of its dark den, proclaims the death of the day with ghastly howls, come, you poet of the fatal hour, stand at that ravished woman's door, ask for her forgiveness, and let that be the last great word in the midst of the delirium of a diseased Continent.
THE CURRENT in which I drifted ran rapid and strong when I was young. The spring breeze was spendthrift of itself, the trees were on fire with flowers; and the birds never slept from singing. I sailed with giddy speed, carried away by the flood of passion; I had no time to see and feel and take the world into my being. Now that youth has ebbed and I am stranded on the bank, I can hear the deep music of all things, and the sky opens to me its heart of stars.
