Hoarse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Hoarse
The lone Figure
Tall
That remained
Close
In Hastings Gardens.

Yet
Wise is spoke
Though rarely spoke
Then
Words of wisdom spoke.

How laughed the seas
The water-waves
As water-waves know
How to laugh:
How smiled:
How dazzling
Dawn
Over the bastions
Blinds!

How fairy be the night
How magic all
Trees, shrubs, flowers,
Paths, all:
How sacred be
Even to tread:
Here
How the heart of a garden
Beats
In Hastings Gardens!

And
Yet
Hoarse
The lone Figure
Tall
That remained
Close
In Hastings Gardens.