Ghosts Of The Spirit Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ghosts of the spirit
They
Mischievous things flew
Flew
Flew through the woods of Eden
For so the desolate place was called
Where a Styx-like river
Flew:
And Boreas like winds from the north
With hail therein
Blew, blew and blew:
And flakes of hail flew
Flew
Like particles of red fire from the forge
The bellows of the Earth
Laboring in tempest:
It was to be expected after all
In that harsh winter, yes, it was
To be expected.