Move Away, Move Away, Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Move Away, Move Away,



Move away, move away,
the rose is dried
the leaf is seared
and the trees weep.

Half naked are the boughs
half naked forests
below the cruel rains
below the cruel frosts

Winter it be
but ah! what cruelty!

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