Sweet Silent Darkling Bosom Of The Sea Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Sweet silent darkling bosom of the sea
That passes listless beneath the orbs
Of the pale-shining moonlight and traversed
By its white path linear over the bosoms
Of waves cooling from the summer’s heat.
Sweet silent darkling bosom of the sea
On you as in a film the emotions
Of a hundred dynasties I see
Running in the sweet moon-light
This silent silver night sweet-passing sea:
And in your cool embraces this night
The riot of emotions quells and cools
And passes with the waves and rides on them
There is a quietness this night there scarcely is:
The bosom of the sea is quick yet does not heave
This silent summer night in the faint orbs
Of the sweet silver moon more calming looks
The under-currents pass and drive the waves
Small cool austere like shining boats
Over the sea-kingdom captained by the hands
Of goblins small a-riding in the night
Over the waves, the silent silver waves.
And all is silence.
Not even the high oak that overlooks
The bastions’ fall into the giddying sea
Rustles a leaf: and on its bough
The owl doth shelter full but doth not move.
The roads are still; no foot is heard to tread;
So silent is the night; the neon-light
Sheds its red-dusky electrons on the road
Where no foot treads. The windows
Of the sea-fronting houses dream and do not stir;
The air is calm; the still wind doth not move
Alone in distant acres o’er the port
The light-house sheds its lights in intervals
All else is dreamy-still and doth not move.
Not even the high oak that overlooks
The bastions’ fall into the giddying sea
Rustles a leaf: and on its bough
The owl doth shelter full but doth not move.