Fuming Fountains Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

"See there, ' my magic host did cry
Below fuming fountains slow did pry
Down in gorgeous abysses and sounds
Of din gigantic that went all the rounds
‘See there, see there, ' amidst the din
Shouted my host and I saw within
A cave of vast dimensions animals
That as in the Ark gathered were
Together, in peace, and clean and fair.
And quiet.
Many and much more I saw
Some high evolutive some more raw
In those wondrous spaces that my host
Inducted me in throughout one night
Then as the Dawn approached my host
Said ‘I go, ' looking round
I saw him not nor heard sweet magic sounds
But I found that returned was I to Dawn and day
And that I now trod pace by pace my usual way.