The Cemetery Silence Manifested Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The cemetery silence manifested
How human work evaporated
Like as the night-mists at the
Touch of Dawn riding the Sea.

Compare, compare, my friend
Life and humans toiling, toiling,
And then retrace to the lone
Cemetery and see the silence.

You hear the yew rustle little
And startle – so high
The silence in those places sacred
Quiet and mute it lie.

The silence you can hear too
If sound be heard in silence
And silence be as a sound
That round you goes around.

Earth with fruits abounds
Now that the Spring’s begun:
Yet silence in the cemeteries
Far, by far Spring’s reign will outrun.