The night, to-night how weary is
This night, to-night how weary is
The sickly boy sickens the more and sweats
Into the delirium of the night.
She pineth
She weepeth
She pineth
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.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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