Wept The Bastion Wall, And Trickles Of Tears Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Wept The Bastion Wall, And Trickles Of Tears
Wept the bastion wall, and trickles of tears
Precious as precious Orient gems fell
Slow by the drop against the wall
On certain special night of fairy spell:
Few words, few words, my Monsignor,
The Orient’s wealth was there for taking
Yet so many passed and honked indifferent:
And yet the Orient weeping treasure
Of the old bastion continued without measure.
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