But Then Let Me Think Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

But
But then let me think
Though it be night
The more inviting
Be
The solemn sacred silence

Emotions that swelled
That rose high
And that fell
And then rose again
These emotions
Now lie in plateau
Level-plain

The bosom likewise.
But
The emotions are still there
There as the stars
As the night
As the moon
As the paces secret and
Mysterious
As the marches of shrouds
And of ghosts
As the furious humming silence
Of the moth round the dangling
Lamp-light of the night
Down under
Down under the bastions
Mourns the sea
In and out
In and out
Rise and fall, come and
Go sea-wraiths.