Spirit White Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Down the Rhine glides
A Spirit white.

The groves scent magic
On each side.

The river banks all curious
Watched and looked

All ears were the trees and
Plants and animals.

But spoke not that Spirit
White.

Though down the Rhine they
Saw it glide

At times over the waters walk
At others by the fringe of the Germanic shores.

Ah! life goes on like that – it
Glides and glides.

And this Spirit spoke not word but
With sovereign mien it walked.

Yet all felt thrilled from tree to animal
And the waters of the gurgling Rhine.

There was no Voice, only glide after
Glide; and gliding only just a Spirit white.