Leaving Bali - |
The sky is overcast. The rain, Comes driving up across the plain; But yonder on Bali heights There hangs a haze of golden lights. Ah! Gleams of gold among the hills, I pray that, in the midst of ills When life seems desolate and grey, I still may see you far away. W R Foran Written on the deck of the Steam Ship Houtman on leaving Bali after his first visit. 18.11.1925 |