The Night Was Bleak And Mute And Dark. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The night was bleak and mute and dark.
The Moon was dim white but
The blackness of its frowning
Put off the little white.

I like the Night though I fear it.
I went to the roof though the
Frost was a an iron deterrent:
The chimney silhouette in the dim light
Warmed my heart a little:
For beauty warms the heart.

Yet though
Though my eyes, my tear glistening eyes
Looked to the moon yet it spoke not
Then my eyes to the stars looked
And these were silent too and mists
Of fear snake-like turned round me:
Frightening:
Down to the house again from the open
Night went I
Yet still
I like the Night though I fear it.