I Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I
I that could see the suffering
I
That had a heart pitying
The healing of the Earth:
I
Who roamed a tiger through
The hoarse and barren tufts
That sprouted rare
And wild here and there
On that vast plain that stretched
And stretched and stretched
Horizon thin: where night
Kissed it:
Lip to lip:
It stretched, and as I walked
Through those long stretches
Found I that it stretched
And stretched till Night had ended
And Dawn came smiling at the edge
Where cliff and white fell giddying to deep seas.