I yearn, I yearn to see <br />The first sere yellow leaf <br />Falling from the tree <br />That greened so much this summer. <br /> <br />Sick with green <br />And mellow wantonness <br />And surfeiting I wish: <br />The first sere yellow leaf <br />To fall as soon. <br /> <br />For the first clap of thunder <br />I yearn so to hear: <br />And wish <br />That I am looking from the bastions old <br />Of Rabat or Mdina on the fields: <br /> <br />Then will I see (I hope) <br />Before me run the fingers of the light <br />And in the pleasure of that moment <br />My mind will pay anything for that photograph: <br />And will retain it for an easy recall. <br /> <br />And I want to hear the sea <br />Entering in between the clefts <br />That high and strange and bleak <br />This waning eve <br />In flat Mtahleb.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-yearn-i-yearn-to-see/
