Alone, Alone - Ii Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Alone, Alone - Ii

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Alone, alone
Perched on a high bastion
The palm-tree stood
It looked dejected
With every dusk.

And
With every quaff
Of wind
It moved
It moved
Its bent head it moved

How bent
Its head
Like the Pieta’

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