Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

If one poem of a verse or more
I say not all
And more remains
Then another poem of verses
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At night
At night they wake
At night they walk
At night they march
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Blot
Blot with your hand
The beauty hand
That face that I like not
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Dark sings the nightingale
To-night
I be surprised
Her song that be so dark
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In the wall were there sighs
Not many
Just occasional
Just heavy
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In the tomb lid
There were eyes
And from below
Came just sighs.
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Verse thus dry!
Raw
Without a sigh
Without a pity
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Sounds of marching
As in drill
Steps martial
One on one
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‘Gruesome, '
Said my Monsignor
‘Verse of thundering, '
Said I.
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Before the Crowds let me go.

The Crowds gather as usual.
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