The Mask, The Night, The Window Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Mask, The Night, The Window
the mask, the night, the window
all remember I - how fears grips
Me still as did that still night!
Down, down the silent steps I went
And in the balcony high:
The yellow mask appeared:
I looked: and soon - as soon
As it came it disappeared
Without a moan, without a word
And now in to the past it lies:
And all remember I - how fear grips
Me still as did that night!
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