There Is A Shadow That Awaits Restless Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There is a Shadow that awaits restless
Under the penumbra of the sunset
Then under the growing beauties
Of the red dusk: the glaciers
Broke into fragments and the night
Covered them with his cloths.


You see, you see, said I
The night is moving slow to-night
That is you must profit:
Yes, you must profit:
You must profit where there is every thing
At least, try,
That’s Economics:
And the more so in beauty

See,
See the pre-historic temple, the
Stones, giant and standing,
And above the clouds that fly:
Those were reared by Humans
By Human hands were reared they:
And I said: Let us have life.