Diep donker is die nag
Wat ure lank vir my wag
Totdat die son sy kop uitsteek
Sien ek die donker as ‘n leek
Wat alles skuil daarbuite
Anderkant die weerkaatsing in die ruite?
Dorpe, stede, plase gly verby
Sonder dat ek ‘n blik daarop kry
Sonder die wete waar ek verby gaan
By my bestemming kom ek aan
Wat het ek alles nie gesien?
Terwyl die treinspore my saggies sus
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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