In The Gold Drear Of The Heavens Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
In The Gold Drear Of The Heavens
In the gold drear of the heavens
Spirits flew serenely and mute
Singing undertones silently.
O moon of twilight colors
On seeing this; the humans sleep
See, the village streets are still
And gurgles low a water-mill.
Night and its retinue will hold
Unobstructed their winter night.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: winter
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