Worms That Rise From Dews Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Worms that rise from dews
Of night
That fall in the star light
That revel on magic nights
That drink up wanton sights
One after one since
The red dusk faded to night

The waters are benighted
The waters are in spell
The waters Ocean-flow
And rings the Gothic bell!
Peal after peal, the night
The air, the stars, the light!

The airy sexton brother to
A ghost from the bent
Host of ghosts and shrouds:
This airy sexton airy
Swims in the nocturnal spell
Where rings the Gothic bell
Where beats the heart with fear
Where eyes will cry with no tear
The airy magic scent
And music notes weird and bent.

O verse one by one alike
To drop after drop that fall
Into the pail
What was part full now
Full:
And in the air floats
Of ghosts and shrouds
The wail
And magic with the mist
An airy sexton kissed.
Ah! nights like these all
Nights should be!
And let forget all
The power and the wealth
The towns, buildings and stocks
And all their brood as well:
What count are nights like this
When the red dusk is fled
And heaven’s veins are bled
Ah! nights like these all
Nights should be!