I Dreamt Wild Dreams, Dreams Without Fear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I dreamt wild dreams, dreams without fear
Where water wild and green
Upon the white jagged cliffs
Seethed in their rage and tore
Whole chunks of rocks grey raw and white.

How high the cliffs, how giddying
They were Dover-like chalky-white and tall
Rising from the green sea, the raging sea.

And high above the stormy petrel sailed
High, high and traveling
Full many kilometers in few lapping
How eerie its cry, how hideous
It rang over that frozen sea:
More frozen ‘twas than the green frozen sea.

How wild the wind and uncontrolled
How high and white the waves
Here, there, to west, to east, to everywhere
The cold sweat still I feel around me creep:
And rang all hideous the hideous cry
Of the stormy petrel.

Now ‘twas a rage, then whisper, then a sigh.

And then the thunder rolled
Its fingers tall irregular
Sowed omen and ill in the dark sky
That cleft its lips with every thunder-peal
With ever thunder-clap
Over that tempest green.

How high, how bleak, the stormy petrel flew
How dank the rain that fall and cold:
How more dark grew the dusk, more dark:
How high and white the waves
Here, there, to west, to east, to everywhere
The cold sweat still I feel around me creep:
And rang all hideous the hideous cry
Of the stormy petrel.