Night They Say With Its Black Hides Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Night they say with its black hides
Most roaring tempests hideous seas and crags
That front the hailing wind around their juts
And trees the wind entwines aloud with frost:
Though tempests roar and seas tear themselves
Yet the dark mantle hides and paints a calm
With artist hand the better to hoodwink
The fears of our hearts and races pale:
Yet even night to hoodwink and full cover
My frenzied breath and my full throbbing heart
And my hoar lover’s fate, fails.