The Night Got On The Lute Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The night got on the lute
And put its fingers on it:
And tried to string it

Faint discordant notes came out.

At which the night
With anger mouth-foaming
More strongly strung the lute
More resolute:

And then
And then
A dirge came out
In those strange sounds
Ghosts and goblins out
From their abodes

And danced
And danced
To those strange notes
Of that strange sound:

And the moon light
The white moon light
Looked faintly on.