There's A Carnival Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the night
there's a carnival
a new one
every month
and every week
summer winter
spring and autumn
the new carnival.

goblins, gnomes,
fairies, nymphs,
satyrs, fauns,
snakes, squirrels,
hedgehogs, owls,
nightingales, bats
and the mists
of deep-clad vales
all, all hobbled
slow and out
in the night
parts and particles
moving here
moving there
some with glass in hand
others flushed
red with wine
others still
yet to taste
the new wine begin.
yet all happy
all in joy
all oblivious to
Earth's strange sorrows
with eyes closed
to Earth's full woes
nimble, nimble
marched they
danced they
on their silent nightly toes.

and in midst
a nightly cross
with the crowd
and with the mob
hobbled
hobbled
through the night.


time stood still
Age donned her mask
out of bounds
fled
ghosts and shrouds:
smiled the moon
and her weak rays
the green lawns
lighted as lays
a dozen minstrels sang
and
out in the joyous night
their sweet songs rang.

Ah! but this carnival
Will it be permanent?
so asked the merry souls
That hobbling went
And dancing:

Then spoke from Heaven a Voice:
‘What be done to-day will
Be done for ever though not
Daily, but on fixed future
Days in permanency.'
Sighed with relief the merry souls
And
The carnival continued on and on
As the night deepened
As the night deepened.