In The Deep Vale
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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In the deep vale
Lay Dawn
Panting from the seas
Yet bright as when
She trod over the waves
Her eyes with beauty
Scanned.
An Artist with
Palette
In to the depth of
Vale
Descended he
Advised nocturnally.
But ah! as soon
As Dawn saw him
Still on the edge
The cliff edge
She into a sweet scent
A mist
White, turquoise, red
And azure-twilight
Turned
And
When the Artist turned
Into the depth of vale
Around
He saw not Dawn
But heard a woman's
Laugh
Mischievous and gay
As pleasant as new day
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