What Colors Have Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

What colors have
The cattle of the night my eyes never saw?
Nor on what pastures will night find them on
Have I seen.

Yet I feel
I feel the cattle of the night
Are here pasturing in the green
Hid and enveloped in the mantling night
Where silence hides its face
And freedom blindfolded
On perilous ridges walks.

Then will the gaudy clouds below me sail
And earth turn around me
And the dawn
Will burst its glory in the firmament
And round me dance:
The Graces on a top
Of a Greek mount will tiptoe on the edge
And earth will turn and turn
Around the incense of the new-born morn
And dawn will then tiptoe away
And burst its glory in the firmament.

How happy this day, how happy!