Emmanuel George Cefai
Whereby You Too Unfold The Emotions, - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Whereby you too unfold the emotions,
Your emotions, that is,
Hear the wind in the pine,
The sad pine on the cliff
Where was the Spring wind
That blew, the Autumn wind
That cooled and went?
Almost barren the hill’s side lies
With tufts of stubble for its population:
O! the ravages of Winter! And
Just started are: what when completed
And Winter bows its way before due Spring?
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