Verses Are Noble Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Verses are noble even when coming from
The parched period and are just arising.
I will arise me to the quiet fields
I will arise me to the low green hills
I will arise me to walk up and down
I will arise me to be by the lochs, the fords,
The rivers of the estate and watch the waters
There
I will hear the lament of water-wraiths
I will hear the history of old centuries
I will experience emotions of so many humans
All encapsulate
I will hear from far the coming storm
I will denote the first thunder rumblings
The first frowns in the heavens when all
Looks be covered in the clouds of fleece.
Arise spirits of mountains!
And roam about free not as of night only
But in day.