I Know That I Must Not Lose That Thrall Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I know that I must not lose that thrall
Though
But few days ago I entered upon another year
The New 2011:
I must continue.


Since years before has my Muse grown?
Has she fonder become?
More mad for me?
For any honey from lips?
For any depth in my utterances?
For any profundity of thought?
For the long line of might and nobleness?
For all the rest I do not remember to confess?


Ah! Homer with your lines of nobleness
You showed me a key, just nobleness:
The words once the breast carries nobleness,
The words, I say, will flow
With the very auto-sound of the Voice
That mighty rolls against the Ocean shores
Of the hammer-beating brain of a Poet-Seer.

Here, these tombs, this grave-yard,
Remnant and symbol of civilization
Up to now:
O! I yearn for yet another
Civilization where we will not need
Tombs graveyards and cemeteries
For the things that move and live.

Here, here, here, bless me,
Minerva my mind enlighten,
My heart already in Immortality be,
And hangs upon the very clouds
Of great Olympus.

There reached I.

But reaching those summit heights
I know that immense must be
The aid to shore up in that high state:
Nay, higher must I go,
Or others after me
Were I to fall to reach Immortality.
Yet
The flame is lighted, and I lighted it.
The deed is done, I did it, History speaks.
Keep me this way, give me more nobleness
Keep me this way, and on this road I travel.
Help me discover more, and in ever-increase the more unravel.
The summit heights I reached,
And far from falling I must higher go.
That is my calling.