Satyrs Fauns Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Satyrs Fauns
Flurry of feet
Of satyrs fauns
And nymphs
Piping bacchanalians
And staring owls
And piping nightingales
Whither go they?
The night be cold
The rain be sharp
The frost be dense
The chill that cuts
The clouds that frown
The thunder roars
The lightning lights
To-night
This night.
For
Flurry of feet
Of satyrs fauns
And nymphs
Piping bacchanalians
And staring owls
And piping nightingales
Whither go they?
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