Emmanuel George Cefai
The Artesian Well--How Cool Is It! - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The artesian well- how cool is it!
Its sides with the dews of waters cool
And in it heaven in the waters cool!
How much ‘tis needed now-to cool the brain
The throbbing of the blood in the revolt
That now in fury red assails the brain.
The artesian well-how graces it the green
Where bees and flowers sport and children play
And the shade tiptoes in the afternoons
When lazy summer heat the green leas cloud.
When the soft dusk is knocking at the door
Of the antique house alone in country strewn
Where the day resteth after the blazing sun
Had stunneth with a pleasant laziness
From its full zenith at the mid-day peak:
The artesian well how they heard it
Speak in the night to the light-winking stars
That look from heaven’s rails adown to earth
And then they say a plaintive tale they hear
From the artesian well echo and sound
And some stars weep - but the content
Only they know - no human has yet known!
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