In The Drear Of The Nights Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the
drear
of the
nights
in that
land
where snow
falls
and
falls
and
falls
where
the winds
blow and
blow and
blow:
in that land
that be not an
island
and
not
where I live
o! let me
hear the sound of the stillness
the quiet
of
still
the earthquake
vibrating
of
solitude
and
look
to the
heavens
and
look up
the mountains
and peaks
capped with snow:
in the stillness
of Soul, the
deep Inner Soul
at last
king and alone
alone
in the kingdom
of winds and
of snow
the secret nest
of beauty
the call of rest:
and to close
the books of work
and
the books of strife
and leave
to the heavens
the rest!