A Song Unsung By Day Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A song
Unsung by day
But
In the night
Ah! then even the walls
Of Hastings Gardens
Sang.

Sang the fir trees
Sang the brawny oaks
Sang the tall elms
Sang the low bushes
Sang the beauty-drunken
Nightingales
They sang
They sang

A glow-worm passed by
And
He wanted sing
As others did:
A cricket passing by
Helped him to
Sing

In party full
All of them, a whole city-town
Alive
And bustling
In the deep of night
In one big party sang.

An eerie posse of shrouds
Passed by
And with the rest
The sang
In eerie whispers
And
In eerie undertones
Till
The first lights of Dawn
Faded all away
In one blinding lightning
That burst in day.