I Heard The Nightingale Sing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

And
Then
And
Then

In the deep midnight
I heard the nightingale sing
Then stop as she
Saw me.

Then a chorus of goblins, of
Hedgehogs, clams from sea,
Toads, insects began to sing
Round
Round
Turned the bacchanalian wine
With ivied heads of green:
And on their tiptoes
nymphs danced daintily

And then heard I
The speech of the wise-owl
She thought I understood not
But ah! A Poet Seer and philosopher
I understood.
I heard.
I went to home and wrote.
That was philosophy, new thought.
Ideas all the Earth needs
Not the object-things, materially.

Then a chorus of goblins, of
Hedgehogs, clams from sea,
Toads, insects began to sing
Round
Round
Turned the bacchanalian wine
With ivied heads of green:
And on their tiptoes
nymphs danced daintily

Shone the moon that night
Her orbs on the Ocean seas
And immense liquid reigns
That girdle Mother Earth
Before the dawn
In to the deep of night
Far, far away
From the ledges of Earth
From towns that sleep and
Dream not beauty but
Sub-conscious wrath
As the Inner Soul to clean herself
And mend the wounds of faded day
Attempts.

Then a chorus of goblins, of
Hedgehogs, clams from sea,
Toads, insects began to sing
Round
Round
Turned the bacchanalian wine
With ivied heads of green:
And on their tiptoes
nymphs danced all daintily

there was a man
human
he wandered through the streets
some papers in hand
a pen of ink
he glared
he stared
as yet he did not sing.
The time must come at last
Murmured this man
The time must come I sing
But more vital than that
That all that on Earth be
Remembered always be
And all
Not just the few
When
Hand to hand
The people joined
Shoulder to shoulder
They march
Under the Tree of Liberty
Where human rights no restriction see
Nor civil liberties any frowning know
And
Knowledge amongst All shared equally
And
Genius too:
Genius for All, of All, in All.
A new order of All
A new civilization
A new Immortality