Evening Bells Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Atop a hill
A ball of dusk
I saw.

The evening bells
Were fading
Slow.

And
In the airs
There was a timid
Glow of mists
That came
First in the dusk
They soared
And
Soared
Left dusk on land
Below.

How yawning
Was the ball of
Dusk!
Befitted it
The dusk around
That hemmed
The dancers
In a dread of dread!

Strong lutes yet
Sad
Were flowing
Notes humming
In the airs
Were flying:
A slow and giant
Harp
Was glowing.

Music
Befitted
That
Sweet
Land of sadness

Masks roamed here
And there
And faces
Yellow
Yet in the dreary
Dancing there
Was fatigue
That rendered slow
Even each foot
As made its numbers flow.

I saw a mask that fell
And lo!
Fast faded the tired
Soul
Into a glow that yet
Remained a mist
That came.

Saw the other dancers
Dancing slow
More fatigued and
More slow:
They danced and
Danced and IBy me heard
The bones crack of a skeleton
Into
The de-populating of that show
Of masks and yellow faces
And Inner Souls that
Dimly glowed.

Thus one by one fading
Faded the crowd numerous
In to that ball of dusk
Alone remained I
In the heavens immense
One by one each of stars
Did glow