Thomas Pringle

(5 January 1789 – 5 December 1834 / Blaiklaw)

The Bechuana Boy

I sat at noontide in my tent,
And looked across the Desert dun,
Beneath the cloudless firmament
Far gleaming in the sun,
When from the bosom of the waste
A swarthy Stripling came in haste,
With foot unshod and naked limb;
And a tame springbok followed him.

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