The Graces Upon A Hill High And Green Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Graces upon a hill high and green
Met all unseen and unespied
Save by the welcome smiles of Jovian gods
Dawn had passed by just little awhile
Her footprints upon the naked grass witness’d
A freshness that twinkled midst the greenish dews

The clouds below in congregation quiet
Still in their Morphean slumber rolled
For them the Dawn was unespied
And still of night and stars they dreamed
And ghosts and lights and thunder-claps
And lighting houses and charnels and horrors wild.

And when they danced the Graces in their glee