How grey, how grey the evening grew <br />The sky was cloudless yet its grey <br />Reflected on the stones, the day <br />Seemed in its sweet agony of disease <br />Its half-opened lips to slowly close <br />Slowly, slowly, slowly. <br /> <br />And then of sudden lo! I saw <br />A phantom grey the stairs ascend <br />The face I saw not, from behind <br />A tall thin form it was: <br />And as it moved up up the stairs <br />Its step moved speedily: <br /> <br />And as swift as it came was lost <br /> <br />No sound it made, no voice <br />It brake: yet in my heart <br />A throbbing made <br />That never was before.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-grey-how-grey-the-evening-grew/
