The Night Is Dark, My Monsignor Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Night Is Dark, My Monsignor
The night is dark, my Monsignor
So dark
So dark
Though dusk be ending still.
For
When nights be like this
Think
Think of thick midnight.
Then all the inhabitants of night
Shall wake
Shall move
And they shall be more friendly
More, my Monsignor,
Than inhabitants of day.
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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