The Spirit-World Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Spirit-World as a buzz of
Bees or gnats
Together traveled
Over the silent
Rhine

Scented the grape yards.
Silhouetted dark the towers
And the spires.

The water chuckled.
The freshets by the bank
The edge of the river
Went
Marched and paraded:
Above
The Spirit-World in the center
Moved.

Violins sad at rough intervals
Sang music to the beauty
Of the brains.

O! for these nights
Amidst the scents and sounds
Though sadness and solitude
Run silent over all
No, the Dawn will be welcome
Too
As welcome as the night
And more