The Resounding Sea-Cleft Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Resounding Sea-Cleft

The Resounding Sea-Cleft

In the Resounding Sea-Cleft
Night
Night echoed
The least sound
The weeds wet down the cliff where
Waters rise
And fall:
Where enchantment sleepy sinks:
Oblivion hovers here
I see its ready Hand
To wipe out misery.
Too much
Misery too much
Too, too much.

Monday, August 14, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: sea
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