Of Fauns Of Satyrs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Of Fauns
Of Satyrs
of Nymphs
of dancing Graces
of dancing Nymphs
so many!
so many!
The Spirit-World the crown
of the Sub-Conscious be!
let us join
let think
and
let us sigh!
Wear green round our heads
drink
from pitchers of the night
where
in the cool glades hidden
and coiled round
cuddled in chill
the Rats Toads Hedgehogs
sleep:
of Fauns
of Satyrs
of Nymphs
of dancing Graces
of dancing Nymphs
so many!
so many!
The Spirit-World the crown
of the Sub-Conscious be!