A Thousand Airy Harps
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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A thousand airy harps
a million showers of
dews, to-night.
The fleet in the port
sleep, the ancient
fleet, the ghost of fleets,
to-night.
sing
a thousand harps
a million angel tongues
spirits at loose
restless
to get in birth again
start all over again
not err as erred before
not
regret as regretted before
new life
new descent.
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