You That These Verses Read Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

You
That these verses read
Must think
Must dream
Of beauty and of
Beauty's things:
Awhile
Philosophy its nostrils breathes
In the newly furnished oxygen
In the newly furnished oxygen
Philosophers with furrowed heads
Brows
And togas white
The pavements rustling
By the academic gardens
Discussing
Whispering
Gesturing
Sometimes
At the heavens looking
Then suddenly down
From their
Statue-like stopping
A frozen photo
And
A
Frozen flash
They go
They go
Their heads more
Serene
Their eyes glistening
At a nearby solution.
Chorus of the Garden
That the long day
Slept and
Dreamt
Profusely
Now
Awakens with
The first star in the skies
The first morn since the love
The first
The first
Dame Owl hops
Down from her bough
Nocturnal
Where she dozed
In the last half of night
And
In the first half
Wrought philosophy on
Philosophy
Silent
Speaking not
Occasionally
Laughing subdued
Hearing and not
Disturbing
The amorous nightingales
Of Love albeit
But of less thought
Amorous
Amorous nightingales.
The night is past
And
The streamlet through
The garden flowed
The night
Tired in the early dawn
Slackens:
There's beauty
And there be nymphs
Sparse and hidden by
The sacred reeds and bushes.
The night is past
As centuries olden pass
So
The night passes.
The night is past