Winternag Comments

Is there a version of this poem in which the second line is En hy huil oor die velt wyd en vaal. I have a memory of that from high school Afrikaans as tweede taal in SA in the late 70s

Winter Night O cold and fine is the wind, and bare and shining in the dim light are open fields in starlight and shade, as wide as the Lord's grace. And high on the ridges, spreading like fire, the grass seed moves like beckoning fingers. O how sad the melody on the east wind's measure, as the song of a girl forsaken in her love. In the fold of each grass blade a drop of dew is shining, and rapidly fades to frost in the cold!