Emmanuel George Cefai
The Night, To-Night How Weary Is - - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
This night, to-night how weary is
The sickly boy sickens the more and sweats
Into the delirium of the night.
With her beady eyes
In the slow-lighted night full glistening
Like lizard’s eyes.
And the delirium
The delirium of the night
How soundeth it
Like a cacophony.
This night, to-night how weary is.
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