Woods That Weep With Rain; The Winds Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Woods That Weep With Rain; The Winds



Have neighed to-night since sunset
And before:
But grew in intensity after red dusk
Departed to make way for the cold Night:
The woods, the boughs, the trees,
Move, shake, tremble: the houses
As if with earth quake move
Faces turn pale inside; rain patters
Thunder roars loud and raw; it
Will not dissemble
We assert that from long ago.

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