Deep, Deep Soul
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Deep, deep soul
Of thunder.
Deep, deep, waters
Cool, nocturnal.
Night walks in the woods
Deep, deep, deep
Barefooted thinker of the night
Shunning star and light.
Ancient moon of centuries
Small lake exploding bright
In the livid restless night.
Aloud, aloud the horn
Of plenty and of mug
From the fields ale is born.
Bleat the sheep to-night
Spying through chunks moonlight.
And in the old Meseta plain
Fall dews of night and rain
That magic mists transforms.
Deep, deep soul
Of thunder.
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