The Flowers Were Still With Bent Head Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The flowers were still with bent head
Though it was dawning: the flowers
Had started bending by the red dusk
And in the night they looked
Askance at the beauty of the night-stars
For they did not want
To lose such beauty
Keep awake as to
Feel on them
The drizzling of night-dews
Sweet drizzling
Welcome joy
They deemed superior to the Dawn
So
They were not so much surprised
At the new Dawn although
Not less glad for it.