Still, Still The Barge Moved On And On Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Still, still the barge moved on and on
its slow moves through the waters skimmed
with motion silent more than silent waves:
the night fell slowly on the town and port
dull eerie distant the lights shone:
but still and still the still barge moved and moved.
The moon shone slowly; without a wind
The cloudless heavens gazed and stared.

as in a regal funeral the still barge moved
and on and on it moved all soundless quite
over the skimmed waters lapping gently white
without a noise in that funereal gloom:
without a pilot moved it, without a sailor
the still barge moved on and on and on.

And in that gloom, the gloom as of itself
To pilot the still barge seemed; or else
By hands invisible unseen the barge
Moved on its voyage in the horrid calm
The stars seemed full to hide; the wind
Moved not; and in the night restless
The bosom of the sea lay tall and flat.

But still the barge moved on in stillness
As if its sorrow great it stifled in some mode
Unseen and hidden in that frightful dark;
No light shone on the main; no path appeared
Yet the still barge moved on and on and on:
The stars seemed full to hide; the wind
Moved not; and in the restless night
The bosom of the sea lay still and flat.