O! For The First Red Lines Of Dusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

O! for the first red lines of dusk
Than for the glory of the mid-day sun
For the small-wafting wind among the trees
Than for the gusts of restless winter frost:
For the sweet gurgling of the friendly stream
Than for the current of the river strong:
For the sweet pain, the sweet remorse,
The stolen eye-glance from black eyes
Like arrows vying furtively:
The sweetness of the ending day
The switching off of chirping birds
As one by one the city-lights afar
Light up all linear in the hazy dusk
And day now on her pillow rests her head.
O! for the first red lines of dusk!