Cold Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Cold Night



How cold the night this night
How Venus sleep in her wise
Shrine!
And the owl on the bough
She wisdom thinks:
And smiles
Next bough
Sing thick sweet nightingales.

Sunday, November 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,night
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