The Music Of The Clouds Cut Off The Drear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Music Of The Clouds Cut Off The Drear
but that be relative! on earth all be relative!
the notes fly in to the silent airs
the heavens immense where
reign sovereign Night and drear
I Poet Seer heard a crowds of naked angels clustering
and some the lute played, some the lyre, and some sing.
but drear persisted a black soul with it being.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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