I yearn, I yearn to see
The first sere yellow leaf
Falling from the tree
That greened so much this summer.

Sick with green
And mellow wantonness
And surfeiting I wish:
The first sere yellow leaf
To fall as soon.

For the first clap of thunder
I yearn so to hear:
And wish
That I am looking from the bastions old
Of Rabat or Mdina on the fields:

Then will I see (I hope)
Before me run the fingers of the light
And in the pleasure of that moment
My mind will pay anything for that photograph:
And will retain it for an easy recall.

And I want to hear the sea
Entering in between the clefts
That high and strange and bleak
This waning eve
In flat Mtahleb.

Emmanuel George Cefai

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