Upon A Harp With Face Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Upon A Harp With Face



Upon a harp with face
Pale, wan, startled
With look stunned
He played.

His fingers were not young
His hair though black
Many a white betrayed
Some crisp and falling.

Upon his head
As he statue stood
One single lone star
And further high
A moon.

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